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Jun 2017
I'm sick of dying on the inside
And being un-orginal because everybody else does too
And makes me a copy-cat since I'm not alone
Yet completely am since the ghosts run away now
And nothing hears me
Because silence is louder than words
Knowing no one is willing to listen because they believe in their lies
It's their litanies now. To know they aren't liars because they believe they aren't.
Is my promise destruction or sanity
Knowing both to everything while being nothing more than me
?
Written by
Clary Morgan  a house
(a house)   
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