You love em,
until you don't.
They seem perfect,
until they are not.
They seem calm,
until they explode.
They seem understanding,
until they judge.
They seem happy,
until their mad.
It up's and down.
Day by Day.
Even if I wanted to leave
I feel obligated to stay.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
