(A/N: This one is also by Lee because he's legit af at writing poetry. I mean this is like a twenty øne piløts song with how deep it is! Love you all, Rose!)
The Real Me
I hate that I can't control these dismal thoughts.
I hate that I can't control my random emotions.
I hate that I can't control who I am.
Want to know the real me?
I'm fragile, broken to the bone.
Scared of who I am becoming when my face is not reveal to the world.
Scared of the person I become when I am alone.
Because you can only hide it for so long.
Time runs out.
Stuck.
Where am I? Who am I? What is my purpose?
Could I stop thinking for ONE second?
YOU ARE READING
both great and small
PoetryThis is going to be a book of poems and songs and maybe a play or two written by yours truly and friends that ask. If you would like a poem or song published in here you can pm it to me and tell me the title and if you want it posted anonymously or...
