who is this girl looking back at me
she is so troubled by misery
frustration waits; its hidden deep
an insomniac; she never sleeps
crumpled by the pain; a broken heap
afraid of words and what they mean
inside my body; my voice it screms
not letting myself go; afraid to leap
these poems are what i use to speak
the word love is what now causes grief
i seek the life thats in my dreams
nothing is ever as bad as it seems
i long to be loved; i long to be free
nothing is what ive become to be
Smirking in My Black Shades
- Chanelle
- Keeping it simple. Finally legal. A lot of thoughts, and no time to keep them altogether.
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