To Find Another Me
I am stepping on thin ice
As the coldness of myself resurfaced,
To which reappeared after
Reminiscing my regrets.
It didn't take a genius
To know that I've done wrong,
When I shouldn't have spoken
Words that shan't prolong.
Tired of all prevarications,
So sick of endless habits,
That only ends up devouring
Me and my inner tactics.
Tainted as a lone sheep,
Having no one around to speak to,
Everything restrained inside myself
Turning me into a recluse.
So tell me if there's someone
Battered and broken like me
So that I may find comfort
To cure my urgencies.
AN: Written 10-02-12 for my English Test Bonus. Something about my experience in that time.
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Blurred Dreams
PoetryMy second poem collection. Mostly about my different outlooks in life. A poem collection about my feelings towards other people.
