It appears that it’s fear that I’m under It’s clear that I’m not here but some where I appear. I wonder. See it’s anxiety that comes out of no where
By Poetically Black4 years ago in Poets
Outside of what you say seems different. When you speak of staying home but keep hanging out When speak of change but steady heading down the same route.
Broken, piece of me scattered everywhere. I keep walking every step cuts deep. The pieces, I keep reaching for causing abrasions.
