Sort of my feelings

I treat you like a king that lives in highest castle but i have to accept that im a maid that

can only be used for stuff that you need and my feelings aren't worth listening towards.

The girl that sinks every pride in her, so that she could give you everything you desire.

The girl that seprates her life up so that you can have a future in yours and go to sleep

with a joyful smile and wonderful dreams that don't wake you up in the middle of the

night because something or someone attacking you. 

He tries to hide his emotions by removing his face from the picture but i see right 

through you like a visible glass that breaks easy.

Conversations with mentally fustraction tends to realitiy lead to tears.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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