Not knowing what lies beyond,
I stare at this empty wall.
Just waiting for it to dissapear,
Waiting for it to crumble and fall.
It's in the way of everything,
Filled with thoughts and emotions.
It's stopping me from doing anything,
And causing all the commotion.
I prepare to break it down,
I slowly learn my part.
But eventually, I go back and hide,
Before I can even start.
It's taking away all my confidence,
It's starting to bring me down.
It's leaving me in a sea of emotions,
It's leaving me to drown.
~!~Ana
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PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
