November 5th, 2019
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I just keep going
I try to hide who I am
But my anxiety is showing
I’ll crumble into pieces
If you look me in my eyes
Because all of my walls
Have become my disguise
I try not to care
But they know that I do
I feel everything
Even when I don’t want to
I try to be strong
And that’s not enough
So easily
They call my bluff
I’m just not okay
But I think that’s okay
I’ve made it before
I can get through today
Doll Poetry 
Damn it, you broke me. Pulled me right out of my illusions, called my bluff! Beautiful poem, but I won’t read it again and you know why, because we’re too alike.
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Well, I’m glad you liked it! Even if you’ll only ever read it once!
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We must go forward, never look behind us. If we do. Damn ghost of memory can over take us. Hello dear poet. I hope 2020 is filled with happiness and great success.
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