Sometimes I want to ran away
to a place where the only name I know
is mine.
This two-syllable name
that rings nothing
but emptiness.
For I am like a glass--
I only let people see through me
because I am terrified
of them getting deeper to my soul.
A soul tapestried
with confusion and migraine--
for I am only an ache in the head
when you try to understand me.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Sometimes I want to ran away
to a place where the only name I know
is mine.
This two-syllable name
that rings nothing
but emptiness.
For I am like a glass--
I only let people see through me
because I am terrified
of them getting deeper to my soul.
A soul tapestried
with confusion and migraine--
for I am only an ache in the head
when you try to understand me.
this poem is trash just like me
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