You sneak outside,
Shrouded in lies,
You are blind and oblivious to what goes on inside.
What struggles we face are no concern of yours,
On your mind is only what you do behind doors.
Or maybe I'm crazy, like all of them said,
And I search through the positive to find one ounce of dread,
Maybe that's way they say I'm broken,
Lost and only hoping,
But hope is wasteful, I'm sorry it's true,
And what you see in the world is a reflection of you.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
