I feel as though I want to cry. Even if it gets me nowhere. It's all emotions trapped and isolated from the outside world. I feel as though I am depressed, sometimes. Even when I'm crying with joy, I still mean with grief. I want to run from it all, all the sad tales of life that I carry with me. I can't seem to be optimistic, I am pessimistic. Therefore I am looking at the worst, even when it is the best.
Reason for writing:
This is the way that I feel and I thought that if I wrote a poem about it then I would either feel better or else I would be sharing the same feelings with someone else out there...in the real world.
Birth sign: Leo
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