Poetry Book 1: Heartache

Maturity At Youth

I've grown up so fast, because of my past, has cast me into another person, I rely on books, not looks because they give me so info about the world around me, I look at the trees dancing in the wind, I sit by one, glancing at it, crying out my tears, looking at all the smiling faces, flying in the wind, meanwhile in my mind, my wonderland is shattered, with blood splattered in it, My insanity is going loose, And I cannot chose my emotions, My maturity using its potion to try and enlighten me with facts, 

Poems by me (cheyanne mayfield / @demonless)