To the arrows thrown my direction
daily ,on repeat
I dodge
forcing smiles
to the troubled waters
and blurred vision
how I react
to the open scars
being scratched over and over
with greater pain
that what I can endure
how I react
to the failure
and lost direction
how I react
to the overwhelming emotions
overflowing my blood
how I react
to the fear, love and all that
how I react
is a part of who I am.
YOU ARE READING
Introspective of an introvert
PoetryWe're all the same. We feel the same but we manifest it uniquely. The words I say you feel them too.
