Like a phoinex,
I grew from the ashes of my past
I rose above all my past sadness
The loneliness, the hate
I used it to fuel my fire
To fly so high nothing could touch me
I had my walls built so high ,
No one could see the real me
But now I stand taller than those walls
Embracing my true self
Covering my self in feeling of joy and happiness
Finally Breaking those walls down
Freeing my self from those shackels of self doubt
And removing the veil of pretence
Now I reach new heights without holding back for others
Cause now I feel like me....
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The Demons That Follow
PoetryHi everyone I write poems in my free time..some are about me and some are not....I'm posting them here to get better at writing so I hope you guys enjoy them
