Sometimes,
I allow my walls to come down for people...
And then something bad happens
And the walls go back up again...
I'm starting to realise,
They've been there for so long,
And maybe it's because
I don't know who I am
Without them...
YOU ARE READING
My Conflicted Colors
PoetryThis is simply just the depths of my mind, heart and soul, bubbling past my blurred thoughts and the voices that haunt me, and find their way to words on my paper...
