In person childish
In my mind, not when left to my own devices
Sometimes I feel like two different people
This feels peculiar
It feels so surreal
When my mind wanders I type all these things
Acting stupidly around my family
I can't tell which one is me
Through other people's eyes what do they see?
YOU ARE READING
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
