Poems from EmmaLea100

An Infection of the Soul
Masquerade balls in school lunch lines:  I'm fine, why do you ask?   Pretend is all I can do. Pretend like I don't feel torn apart. ...
What I See
You only hear ambience But I hear music. The air swirls around me The world breathes to the beat of my heart, A constant, pulsating light...