Did I really exist
or am I...
Far away in the distance, are my aspirations,
My heart wandering beyond the limit...
`
reflective sclera expose stories...
I'm full of jokes
some are good...
There will be no sympathy
No one to hold my hand...
I hated that I only got to witness
the real you under the mask of...
Follow a heart of all true desires,
support the truth, teach the liars...
It felt so luxurious.
The spectrum before me...
* second part to quite an old poem *
There's a girl in my class...
My world becomes shaded,
as my heart buries itself...
What do you do when you realise
that you grew up beneath the same...
A solitary creature, am happy alone,
now that my child is grown...