Mar 2014
Im misguided and misunderstood
Frankly like sticks and wood
Feeling useless and unwanted
How could anyone ever want this
A distant sense of a ghostly presence
Taking my place in my absence
Substitute my every move
But being me takes constant practice ~
Frankly like sticks and wood
Feeling useless and unwanted
How could anyone ever want this
A distant sense of a ghostly presence
Taking my place in my absence
Substitute my every move
But being me takes constant practice ~
Lots of my poems come from deep down but they're not all about me. I feel like sometimes I need to be someone eles mouthpiece.
