The heart races
The mind paces
As sanity faces
Difficulty to remain
In the same place
At the same time
It shatters to pieces
It hurts so much
I can't even feel it
I won't let myself see it
I won't let anyone fix this
Never taking the risk
Of feeling society's kiss
Of poisonous judgement.
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Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poetry{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
