What in the world happened to my head?
Why do I keep forgetting?
It ridiculous how I've lost myself - just like that.
I want to come before my mother;
fall before her on my knees,
and cover my head and crying eyes.
" It ain't the same, Mama. It ain't the same."
I want to say;
but I can't.
I already look insane.
My "forgetting" just looks like an
excuse to cover up my careless stupidity.
What happened to my head?
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
