And I
was human too.
I was only human.
I could get anxious or nervous,
I had fears,
I had doubts,
I felt uncertainty,
I could be wrong.
But I guess
not everyone
understand
I'm
not
_______.
I make mistakes.
Sometimes I don't
do so well.
And I guess that's normal
for everyone
but me.
It's unacceptable.
It's suddenly wrong
to do or not do
something I'm
accustomed to
because there MUST be a reason
it went wrong.
But maybe
the reason is
too much
was expected...
.
.
.
VOUS LISEZ
Little Black Notebook
PoésieDrowning in this incomprehensible, nonsensical darkness that tries to take over me, I release my filtered thoughts upon paper in an attempt to be set free.
