The towel I used to soak up my worries just went up in flames,
The wall I always hid behind just got knocked down,
And the old stories I use to believe in are finally detected as lies.
No more hiding,
No more denying.
I'm starting over,
Turning the page.
The real me is breaking out,
The real me is alive once again and standing tall ready to come back for more.
Watch out because she's back!
YOU ARE READING
Existing
PoetryExisting is just the ups and downs of my life inspired by songs and all the struggles I've been through. I hope you can relate and will overall enjoy! =)
