With every person,
I am different.
Like water,
Flowing and twisting and changing,
Adapting to the environment.
Warm or cold,
Clear or murky,
Fast or slow.
But sometimes fresh water meets salt,
One personality collides with the other.
Leaving my actions unclear and confusing
And it's so hard to fall
Back into the rhythm
That I used to follow.
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoetryJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
