Lost - Poem by SteevyLyn person
as I wonder looking for my lost self
I lie down yelling uncontrollably for help.
Writing on the window,
am I good enough for you?
the bath water is running,
I start to look at my self in a new point of view.
You lied to me when I told you my deepest darkest
secret, you look at me in a way i've never imagined.
I am lost
no one can help me
now let me live my happily ever after.
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