It is so lovely to be in Private,
Here, where my thoughts are the only ones.
The silence is comfortable
And lets my thoughts echo
Of these peaceful, white, blank walls
That yearn for a new beginning.
They are like blank pages
Wanting to be stained by ink and paint.
My story is unwritten,
and can only be written by me.
But I forgot this and nearly lost myself,
Somewhere along caring what others think of me,
And being ripped apart by society,
And shredding my skin just to feel something.
Somewhere along being invisible
And faking a smile for so long,
I nearly lost myself completely.
But I refuse to disappear
And let you destroy who I am and what I stand for.
So here I am in lovely Solitude,
Where I can finally find the peace and quiet
To recover, heal, and find myself again.
I want to live, and not just survive.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
