Slowly I waste away in that tower that you built.
You just watch as it begins to tilt
and change from a tower of dreams
to a tower that is falling apart at the seams.
You built it just for me,
so I act like I am as happy as can be.
You incidentally made it change to a tower of loneliness.
It made me feel never good enough, I must now confess.
I hid my true self, waiting to show you how I changed.
But even if I even tried, you gave me a look that made me feel hanged.
I tried to best your expectation.
But when compared to you all I felt was deflation.
I guess I will never be what you wanted
and I guess you will never make me feel flaunted.
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Random Poem Stories
PoetryThis book is a bunch of random poems I made out of boredom. Some make a story, but some are just poems... I also sometimes will make poems for people, about people... so yeah.