I was ensnared
in the darkest hour
Never ending, on repeat
Every movement
Of my body and thoughts
was tiring and forced
The whole world
Saw the beautiful facade,
a mask covering my scars,
haunting ugliness enveloped me,
like an old love letter in a box
My interests on hold
and heart in abyss of bizarre
I've become unworthy,
not even a fable to be told
YOU ARE READING
The other side
PoetryIt's the other perspective of life. One that's not social media perfect. One that's hidden away from everyone. One that should always stay anonymous. You are welcome to read. It's a glimpse of my thoughts. Beware: there could be triggers. Please be...
