I’m not supposed to feel this way anymore
I guess I have my heart to thank
For wanting to resurrect what never was
All the forgotten memories that sank
The whispers in the night that still resound in my head
Amongst the silent air that reminds me
the martyr's dead
I must pretend I do not care
I do not hear
Your soul begging to be right here
And mine beckoning yours to dessert your fear
But I must act as if the sirens do not blare
As I bare
This heavy armor I never wished to wear.
I’m not allowed to show
the exhaustion that grips my body and soul
With the truth that you’re still all I want
I would lose all the respect I have left
If I told the world I still want nothing else
Than the reflection of my truest self.
And you’d take these facts as a conquered quest
Knowing that your being is better than the best
And leave me still in this unrest.
About the Creator
Tera Summers
Ive been wringing since I was like 7 or 8. I love to write about all I have experienced. I want to thank you in advance for your reads and support!
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