I sabotage myself by looking too much
I should turn my head but every direction is a new magnet
I feel like I should know it all
Maybe it's the outside pressure
But am I fake if I don't find out every detail?
I gotta stop listening
No more attention for me to pay
The more knowledge I get, the less satisfied I am
But I want more regardless
Maybe secretly, this voyage is my enemy
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Lyssa's Poem Book
PoetryJust me ranting about my feelings through poetry, because why not?