LOST WORDS
-ThePurpleRune
Here I am stuck on this first stanza
Trying to Pen down thoughts that strive to stay hidden
Losing count of ripped-out pages
Words lost to an endless cycle of mistrustful scrutiny
Speaking out is only easy when I stare at my reflection
Telling her about how she would never be enough or
When it’s a conversation between me and my multiple personalities
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Trying on everyone till the façade feels right
Well, shall we go with her today? I asked.
This morning started more awful than its predecessors, so she would be perfect
For her smile dazzles So bright it blinds all to all the pain within
Covering up this gloomy day like an eclipse
Ending up worn out at the end of the day
Sacrifices, Sacrifices
Every day a new choice
I have more to say but here is where my ink stops.
