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Jun 2018
every now and then these thoughts come creeping in just like a closet monster, what did I ever do to deserve this torment, the  face  of deception that replays in my brain is making me feel like I'm useless all I really needed was your attention not just The affection sometimes I question will I ever be able to trust all I really need is some angel dust so I can finally know what its like to be loved, this face that I cant see is frightening .im afraid of being alone, this secret that's uncomforting my soul comes with terrible thoughts,  all my life I felt like I was a mistake not knowing who I really was ...
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larry  18/M/new york
(18/M/new york)   
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