I know that look,
We give it to thieves.
But why today
Are the eyes pointing at me?
I know that tone,
It's for the worst of worst.
Then why so
Are you talking to me?
I know that feeling,
It's for the pests.
What have I done,
To feel this way?
Did I steal your dreams?
Did I dare to challenge you?
Or was it because I wanted,
To control my life?
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Inside The Spiral
PoesíaOne of the best ways to let the turmoil inside your head is to write. At least for me. Here's a collection of poems, some are sad, some have hope, some are just me trying to figure out why. Okay, almost none of them have hope. But eh.
