Poems from LivingIntheMiddle17
What is truth?
Blaine is a pain; that is the truth
Riddles are survival
The world crashes down
Down
Down
And that is the truth.
Worlds...
I still remember when
We were very small
And we had great dreams
About when we’d grow tall.
Firefighter,
you were.
And I could never...
Women have been pushed to believe
That skinny is the new black
And that gentlemen prefer blondes
And gentlemen prefer blush
And redheads...
I’m tearing my heart out on both sides
Where hurt, depression, and love hides
Making sure it’s null on the insides
And filling the...
I am in a constant state of unhappiness.
In my unhappiness, the happiness is blotted out
By a blank state of staring at something that...