I don’t wanna go, it just got interesting.
But I wanna leave this place more than anything.
Away from disapproving eyes.
Away from people telling me lies.
Away from the tipping scale.
Cuz I know in the end I’ll fail.
They tell me I can’t write poetry.
But it doesn’t matter cuz in the end it’s just me.
Right?
It’s me, by myself at the end of the night.
Right?
I mean it’s true, no one else puts up a fight.
But is it true?
Is it me by myself or are you alone too?
Time For Poem #2
waiting with anticipation. :D allets