Poems are just words on paper that sometimes rhyme
Why is it so hard to think of happy lines
Maybe my brain will go there sometime
Why is it always violence and crime
Who controls my thoughts, not I
If it were, it would be rainbows and butterflies
Not filled with all these lies
I'm insignificant through plenty of eyes
These thoughts can drive you towards different highs
Don't give it power it is unwise
Disarm them with its own demise
Have knowledge of brighter skies
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About the Creator
K.R Smiley
I am a young adult who is struggling like many people with: paying student loans, keeping healthy relationships, and mental health. Writing has always been a good vice to shed some of the real thoughts that go through my head.
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