Fact
a fact:
I'm broken
somewhat cracked
damaged, disillusioned
to be exact
each day seems
abstract
surreal, vague
crowded and packed
the monstrous neuroses
which I attract
at every turn
so difficult to distract
eyes shut
avoiding contact
wishing for seclusion
refusing to react
ensconced, reclusive
ignoring tact
I'm better alone, that's
a fact
2 comments:
love this..reminds me of how I want to run and hide so I won't show off the times I'm not at peace when I'm angry with the world and I don't want them to see my dark side , how broken I really am..so I hide..coming out only when I'm confident and carefree again.
Loved the ending.
While reading the poem, I instantly knew what I wanted to ask you in the comment section: in what mood do you feel your best emotions show?
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