A hard laugh met with a soft cry.
In front of me my reflection steered back.
If only I could Identify his self, my worries would be short lived.
Fighting to live within the standards I tend to lose.
Refueled by tears, on go I went again.
Secrecy of my tears normally gives me time to spend in my head,
wondering why am I so emotional.
Why does every word cripple my brain and shatters my heart.
Yet I smile. I smile to portray the sense of steel.
_Shawnavan Earle
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TALES OF A CONFUSED MIND
PoetryThis book has been years in the making. It contains a cluster of poems, not inane sequence or storytelling form but rather all falling under a similar theme. Some of poems are a bit personal to me but most of them are character based.I tend to imagi...
