Mind is racing
Heart beats slow
I Am nothing, I know
Caught in between everyone's
opinion
Try to please the crowd's
No one can help me now
Lost my own face
Mask is on
You only care now that I'm gone
You don't want to let me go
But only now you let your tears flow
-Nia Martin
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Poetry: The Pieces Of Mind
PoetryThis is the opening to one's mind. A exposure to that of someone's thoughts. The ventilation of emotions and realizations. A release of the frustration in life, poured out into a blend of literature expressing creativity. This is my poetry. Look ins...
