FIRST POEM POSTEDDD <33 poem by: mee INSPIRED BY: Mostly abt a book I'm making :P The meaning: You can ask, but if you figure it out/find out, DO NOT SPOIL IT UNLESS THEY ASK!! THE FRICKING THUMBNAIL FINALLY SET YAYYAYAAA Chat- is this a trauma dump?? I lowk don't know..
I walk through the path in the woods The boy awaits He is innocent and kind Nothing of what I have become to be He looks and walks like me And though the similarities He doesn't seem to want to be me He speaks my voice He has my scars too But they are not yet healed And are bloody and blue Even so He doesn't wish to be me He says I cry and scream I wish I could know What's become of me I watch him leave I wish to smack his innocent grin off the side of the earth What has become of me? He talks and walks like me He has my scars I am no longer me But a shell of what he has come to be
