Timothy minchew Poems

I used to have a happy mask.
It really served me well.
When I was sad and out of touch,
I'd put it on and you could never tell.
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This room can be my heaven.
This room can be my hell.
This room can be a prison,
A cold and padded cell.
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I talk with the shadows,
Cause their all that's here.
They tell me it's okay,
There's nothing to fear.
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It's not like i ever had a choice,
Or that i picked to be this way.
I keep myself in solitude,
to save myself the pain.
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Whenever we're together,
I'm filled with poison and frustration.
According to some,
It would be considered a conversation.
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It's not that I'm sick of the world,
Just most of the people in it.
They Push, They pull, They shove.
Well I've finally reached my limit.
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I promise i'm your biggest fan.
Though some may not think your a star.
I see you when you sleep and shower,
I never stray afar.
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I know that you don't know me.
But that doesn't change a thing.
My love for you is endless,
Like an overflowing spring.
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You remind me of the summer breeze,
Or the freshest rose in bloom.
I'm reminded of why i hate this world,
Everytime i think of you
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Downward Into Doom


They say they want truth,
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