I was trying to explain myself but it seemed to become more complex with every word that came out of my mouth.
I wrote it down.
But it remained a chained chaos.
I left it as it was.
I am
an awkward mess,
a messy personality,
a personified darkness,
a dark hope,
a hopeless thinker,
a thinking girl,
a girly emotion,
an emotional human,
a humanoid silence,
a silent existence,
an existing voice,
a voiced hand,
a handmade acknowledgement,
an acknowledged truth,
a true lie,
a lied reality,
a real pain,
a painful failure,
a failed experiment,
an experimental expression,
an unexpressed feeling
I tried to unchain my complication
but,
what an irony,
I am still a prisoner of my own thoughts.
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
