A talk with myself
A conversation with me
A walk with the parts of my mind;
That I try to deny
A trial of my past
The moments I'd never allow to be forgotten
The moments i hate
The ones that coincide;
In the parts of my mind
That I can't hide
A fight or disagreement?
To hide and deny treatment
The embodiment of mind
That I could never side with
when I feel down
The argument of how
And now and what
I could've done to
Change what I've done
A walk is no longer a talk
With myself
Its a change of my memories
The change of my mind
A walk is
YOU ARE READING
Not them, but something else
RandomWho are we to be the world? We will never be nature, but human. Why can't I see you and still know who you are? This is us, we are them, and no one can stop that, so be something else. Many short poems that have no relation but they relate. Written...
