I can't deny my feelings,
Although I wish I could;
Well, Deny? Maybe, yes, I can,
But changing I can't do.
The things that I had dealt with
Are coming back for more:
I thought I was out of the woods,
But they grew further more.
I talked about my troubles,
A fraction of them, at least,
I didn't expect the tidal wave
Of emotions it'd release.
Things you put a lid on
Do not just disappear;
You take a break for just a while,
But they still wait for you.
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 3
PoetryA collection of poems and rants from the first notebook I made after my phone got taken away. There's quite a bit of stuff in here, so yeah. Personal stuff. Public stuff. It's basically just my life in poetry. Anywho, enjoy~~!
