Why do they believe so easily?
That my pain, is my joy
That actual heavy rain with lightening
Is a rainbow with a sun beam
Why do they believe so easily?
That my dark thoughts, are my ideas
The swirling storm of confusion
Mistaken for a cloud of floating lights
That showing them the demons inside, is not an option.
For if they saw, they would turn into demons themselves and leave us for dead.
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
