Everyone has their good days and bad days, and well when I wrote this. I was not having a very good day at all. I often question my own self worth, and writing is my only outlet.
Behind These Hazel Eyes
Like a sinking ship,
dragging you down under.
I’m worse than the lightning,
following the thunder.
Like the same plague,
that infected my town.
The only path im headed on,
is down.
It’s just my way,
it’s who I am.
Like junk mail,
the unwanted spam.
That’s me, there’s no escaping it,
impossible to disguise.
The pain and regret,
hidden behind these hazel eyes.
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