These feelings I hide
I've tried to keep inside
But they just run down my face
Make me feel out of place
i'm sitting in the back
to avoid a panic attack
although i long to be included
but it's okay i've learned to enjoy seclusion
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
