You tell yourself to be tough,
Isolated and gritty,
But being strong is kinda hard,
When all you see is red.
Flashing through your eyes,
Fear and pain disguised
As anger,
A way of coping that they'll never understand.
JE LEEST
My Random Thoughts
Poëziecompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
