July 8, 2024.


Something I've noticed about myself is -
my involuntary urge to be vague, to dial it all in, play pokerface
but the moment I feel misheard, my words become pointed and deliberate
Emotionally charged but somehow delivered flatly, distant

Strange how I can make such difficult knots,
just to smack the hands of those who can't untie them
Maybe they weren't meant to be figured out, in my mind
Leave it at curiosity, why must we always ask "why?"

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Written on 2024-07-08 at 22:45

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
Socrate said:know yourself, I think there is no depth in that sentence...most of my knowledge has come from people or things around, not me (and I am a secretive person), all I can do is to put them in form

Oooh that second verse is just perfection

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Looking into yourself is no bad thing.
Blessings, Allen