wild path
falling leaves
dripping dreams
train comes for you
a whispered token
no reply
in your sleep you sigh
falling leaves
dripping dreams
i refuse
to be me
i will not
not be seen
when i run
being of a girl who surrounds her self with Antichrists and withering bacteria
you would think being a masochist would refrain from me crying,
yet with every choice i make based on the preservation
of others reality
you would think i wouldn't feel so responsible.
troubling to feed my inferiority complex
with guilt and shame in equal doses
you would think i wouldn't have to many friends
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I really really like the first stanza. There are a lot of strong images. But it seems like two different poems when you get to the 2nd stanza.
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