What is me?A Poem by renea Thought for thought?
Skinned alive by the eyes
Called the lies, never denied Grow-ed quiet , no shine on me Picture perfect, we never agreed Un-painted walls From thought to thought Always in tha corner From all the mouths Never a category I'm just one un-attached piece Don't try to understand Just keep distance, it's crowded free © 2022 reneaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 5, 2022 Last Updated on November 5, 2022 Author
reneaDallas, TXAboutPoet Name: Renea Im 18 I love poetry been doing it sense middle school I love to express myself through writing Join my writing journey with me Viber here I started writing poetry to let go .. more..Writing
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