Though I haven't quite felt like myself,
I push those feelings far down,
And hide them away on a shelf.
Bottle them up,
stack them away,
Stuff them deep down,
To forever to stay.
Please try to except this new fake me,
Because the real one is,
And will forever be,
Only for me to see.
YOU ARE READING
My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
