Poems from Regularperson88
What will a theripist do?
Listen to my problems and tell me they'll end?
Talk to me as if their some kind of friend?
Searching for...
The flowers sing and dance
Their colorful laughter a stark contrast
Of the grey shadows that cling to me
While cherry blossoms swirl in the...
I stand on a presipice between the weight of the world
And the lightness of forgetting
My thoughts a hurricane, a symphony gone awry
Notes...
How do I know I'm making progress
How do I know that if I start it will work
I can't keep going without knowing
I guess I'm still waiting...
Why would I want to be someone else
When I can be better by being myself
Why be someone I'm not
When I am what they haven't got
I lack...