I repeat let me be
as if I’m talking to myself
no one there to hear me speak.
I’m split in between
two wars in my head
a lifelong battle here perhaps.
Feels like talking to the mirror
the more I try to adjust
the louder it wants to scream.
It never rests or goes to sleep
neither finds comfort somewhere else
it’s tired yet can’t confess.
A chattering thunderstorm feeling
heavy pain to carry around
full of wounds which need healing
She’s in a battle with herself
views everything with blurry eyes
blind for the fact that she’s perfect.
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About the Creator
MELODI
you have
to get lost
before you
find yourself.
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