I don't think he really knows me,
Never really had the words,
To express what's happening in this world,
Don't you see?
I hate it here,
Stuck in the sticks,
Spending too much time without my kicks,
I don't anyone will ever know what it's like here,
Turning my hands over and over,
And comparing them to the mirror,
Straying into the dark,
There's no use in rearview.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
