Can I burn the photographs?
The pretty pictures of the pretty people
Staring right at me without blinking
Telling me where I should be
Can I destroy the photographs?
I look at them and look at me
And remind myself of the monstrosity
That has now become me
Can I tear the photographs?
The frozen eyes are haunting me
They lure me in, then push me out
Shouting at me my place
Can I join the photographs?
The amazing people in the right time
Where I should be but am not
I'm stuck in this crap reality
They smile at me from the wall
They want me to join them
But I want to rip them
They tell me where I should be
Where I should but cannot be
But I love them too much
To rip them to shreds
So I'm stuck with the torture
Of being locked in a cage
Away from the photographs
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Poems, Quotes, Story Pieces and Other Writing Nonsense
RandomSo here is just a collection of poems, quotes and story ideas and stuff like that. Some might be in Welsh because I've written more poems in Welsh than in any other language. Sorry if you don't understand...
