i wish i had my own glasses.
glasses to conceal my tears,
to hide the tint of pain in my eyes.
the tint equivalent to blush.
the color equivalent to when your flushed.
yet the snot running from my nose,
makes so much noise.
so much that the noise merely awakens those who see me
as as nothing but a vessel.
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
