I'm broken. I'm scarred.
I've been working myself too hard.
I'm anxious. I'm afraid.
I keep thinking of the mess I've made.
And yet, I keep going.
I've fallen. I've cried.
Everyday, I've lied.
I'm envious. I'm corrupted.
Every time I see myself, I'm disgusted.
And yet, I keep going.
I'm hateful. I'm destructive.
My actions, they're impulsive.
I'm unstable. I'm foolish.
Some might even say I'm ghoulish.
And yet, I keep going.
I'm flawed. That's the truth.
It's been like this ever since my youth.
But I don't want it to be who I am.
I won't let my life be a sham.
And so, I keep going.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Imagination
Poesíaim·ag·i·na·tion /iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. Otherwise known as "Musings of the Balladeer." This is an anthology of poetry I've written...
