Crying Is a routine
I couldn't stop if I wanted to
It feels so wrong
Yet so right to let it drip
Down my cheeks
Reaching my arms out wide
Yet slapping anyone who tries
The misery of my diary
The twinkling fear
Kept alive at night
Taking shape of those who help
My fight
Yet I fall prey to the tricks
Let my trust disminsh
I am the brave frightening beast
Out to attack
Anyone who comes near me
Because I am afraid
The world seems like a
Scary place
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Chapters of Irrationality
PoetryI write emotional poetry and try to create beautiful imagery as I describe all the situations that people deal with in their lives. This is a collection of my true inner thoughts and feelings. Yet, I like to keep little mystery so I am curious to k...
