This doesn't feel like me,
I feel trapped in my own mind, unaware of how evil I could be.
I got a pretty face
But my heart feels ugly.
Last time I checked this wasn't me?
When did I became capable of being this shit that I've to call me.
Why am I too self centred to care about what's happening around me,
I wasn't always this selfish, when did this person become me?
my soul died,
this is just someone idk she is just mean.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Know Yet
Poetryhey there "I don't know yet" is a poetry book, I have kept my name anonymous because I wanna keep this as a secret from the people who know me. I might reveal it once I finish this book, which I'm not really sure about. My poetry is gonna connect yo...
