Sometimes I wish I could just fade away
A tornado, leaving nothing behind.
Some days feel harder than others
I try to act fine, but deep inside
I am trapped in my own mind
A labyrinth of reminiscence
And, every time, I feel safe
Even for just a few seconds
But I never truly learn my lessons
And I never even practice what I preach.
Maybe I just need to be honest with myself
And admit that I'm the one who needs help.
I am my own thunderstorm
I am self-destructive
Yet still looking for the sun to rise.
How can I move on
If I am still stuck onto the past?
How can I make a change
If I don't ever change?
How can I build my future
If I don't even believe in my present?
I am my worst enemy.
How can I compete?
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PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
