Scent of salt in my hair
And grains of sand in my feet
Thinking about the sea in me
'Cause I feel too much
I think too much
I say too much
Not even the gentle sound
Of the waves can calm me down.
I build my expectations high
As if they are sand castles
But the sea always comes
And washes them away.
And I don't want to be
A weight to my friends
I don't want to be
A weight to my family
I am already one on myself
So I rather let me go
Ready to drown
Into the sea
The sea living in me.
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MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
