Cycles
It’s good
It’s bad
It’s dark
I’m sad
I’m happy
And in love
Heavy raindrops
From above
I feel like
dancing
Running
leaping
I can’t stop
crying
Dying
weeping
I can’t stop laughing
Smoking…drinking
Ignited fire
Sinful desire
A sinner
A saint
One winner
One ain’t
A crazy story
That I must paint
My Good image
I choose to taint
In hopes that you’ll see
The genuine me
So I can be free From the shackles
of who you think I should be.
Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 8:11 PM UTC
Cycles
It’s good
It’s bad
It’s dark
I’m sad
I’m happy
And in love
Heavy raindrops
From above
I feel like
dancing
Running
leaping
I can’t stop
crying
Dying
weeping
I can’t stop laughing
Smoking…drinking
Ignited fire
Sinful desire
A sinner
A saint
One winner
One ain’t
A crazy story
That I must paint
My Good image
I choose to taint
In hopes that you’ll see
The genuine me
So I can be free From the shackles
of who you think I should be.
A page from my journal. living in Disguise had me feeling trapped. I had to choose freedom over the fear of transparency.
Freedom feels so good!
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