Where is the Real Me
Where is the real me
Everything is fucked it seems
I can’t breathe
My life is being torn apart at the seams
I wish my life was like an evergreen
The leaves never falling
People never leaving
No more scheming
No more screaming
What’s the meaning
Why are you leaning
Away from me
Can’t you see
That all I want
Is to be free
This poem is about:
Me