True Nightmare
When I look at yesterday,
I can stull see myself,
Years and years ago
- And I think
It's only a nightmare that became true.
I'm afraid it is really dark,
-Too dark to say,
As it afrayes,
Me in a total way,
A way of losing my control.
Losing control of myself,
Losing control of my life,
Losing control of my past and future,
Losing control of every single thing.
This is a nightmare that had once be true,
And now,
Destroyed a lot of my control.
This poem is about:
Me