That was the point where no one understands.
Where this voice lands up in a wonderland.
No one sees the truth and prefers to cover it will the bedsheets but hiding it underneath doesn't change the fact it's still there waiting for you.
Speeches are given on this subject
but they just barely touch this.
One by one the psychologists try to understand
but it always leads back to no mans land and scientific study.
That even though a hundred feet may have walked in these shoes they still haven't a clue.
But do they really?
Don't worry I'm just as confused.
All this is, is confusions hue.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
