I used to be a cry baby
Weeping out my frustration into cold sheets
But now I've ceased
I only give a smirk and a weak shake of my head
I used to be a people pleaser
Loving every breathing person and making them smile
Now, my focus shifted
I'm seeing that cracked lady in the mirror
All I want to do is make her happy
I gave them more than a cent
Handing out a penny for every passing thought
But now I'm broke
And I don't give a dime
Your thoughts perish with you
You say "black",
She says "white"
He says it's "indigo"
And I used to listen
Running confused each time
But now I chose ɓℓµε
Cos that has been my color from the start.
Changing whose reports I listen to
I stick with my Maker's
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DARK POETRY
ParanormalDark Poetry" wasn't written for views, reads or attention. The contents of this book are purely experiences and hidden thoughts, desires and emotions of the writer that could never have been made public. It is a bare expression of real poetic edge a...
