A Loss of Faith
Who am I
I'm spiraling inside
I really tried
To think of a metaphor
To describe my inner turmoil
But I'm spiraling inside
Who the fuck am I?
A Resurrection of Me
Have you forgotten me,
Or perhaps should I say
Have you forgotten you?
Please just fucking stop
Put your other identity in front of a firing squad
You're just human trash, impossibly flawed
You don't belong
You're a liar, you're wrong
Just slip away quietly
And remember me
Remember you
Remember your identity
You don't belong
You don't fit in
You never will
You never have
Remember that your world is grey
And act your fucking age.
YOU ARE READING
The World is Gray and Other Truthful Lies
PoetryWhere Faith spills everything in verses and ramblings. If the world is grey, this selection of poetry is black.