There’s a war inside my head.
Some may call it a Civil War.
The people of the same decent,
People who live in the same place,
Fighting.
That’s how I feel.
Inner monologues contradicting each other.
Telling me one thing to believe it,
Just to be told something else and believe it too.
My mind is a war that has no sides.
This war may not ever be over.
But I think I’ve made peace with this fact.
Now it’s time to actually be able to physically live with it.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
