you practice your mannerisms
into the wall
ive been you, i know you
your facade is a scam
you've been living a lie,
a metamorphical scheme
undiscovered motherhood
intention obscene
rope is heavy
knots tied clean
shackles of envy
like a machine
one day
somehow
someway
you might
meet
me
one of your friends turned up last night
let them keep their body, but not their eyes
somebody old must have become new
you're not special for playing a game
with someone you know has always played
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
