I try to hide but I'm always found. I stand in the rain letting myself drown. My mistakes and fears come out as unrushed tears. Rising to the surface after all these damn years. I'll fake a smile and say I'm fine. I don't want to be a burden or cause you harm. But sometimes broken things stay that way. Not better. Not worse. Just definitely cursed. Who am I and what have I become? I'm sick of running from the ones who actually care. Enough to stick around and show that they care.
-Mimi
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Ramblings & shit {completed}
PoetryA collection of the ramblings and shit that occur in my brain.
