My mind is full of thoughts.
It's full of thoughts about my past.
I know I have to let it go,
But I can't just stop.
Nobody wants to hear me out.
Nobody listens when I talk.
They tell that my issues are funny.
All they can do is mock.
So, I decide to hide my feelings.
I'll tell no one. There's no need.
I'll hide emotions in the prison
Of my illusions and my dreams.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov
