Blending in the background,
Escaping this treacherous world.
Bounding around corners,
Slamming doors shut.
They never really open again.
10,
100,
1000 times,
I hide.
Just to be
That normal girl.
If I just stay hidden,
Will it be enough...
To let me survive?
To let me go through this world,
Knowing I'll be fine in the end.
Without all the bruises,
Scratches,
Cuts,
Wounds,
Scars,
Left on my skin,
Making a permanent mark.
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Poems That Fixed The McDonald's Ice Cream Machine
PoetryHere is a compilation of the poems I've written. some are deep, some are happy, some are whatever you want them to be. ✨ongoing!✨🌻