Writing...

Writing...

Writing this to let it all go.

Writing this, cause most of you will never know.

The dreams I’ve dreamt, the life I’ve lead.

Writing this to keep me sane.

Writing this, so I can keep my wild mind tame.

Like a beast it roams, to places unknown.

Writing this to save my tears.

Writing this, ‘cause I hate the fear,

Of bottling up so much, I’ll explode at the slightest touch!

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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