

Not KnowingNot KnowingNot Knowing
Not knowing whether to hide Or to continue on with life.
Writings failing me, Doubting my talent.
Doubt, clouds my mind. Making everything hazy. Was I ever good at poetry? Wondering if I should continue.
Poetry, I used to write, now
I don’t know what to do. Should I write anymore? Does it really matter?
I still love to write, But it isn’t mine. It seems foreign. Will it be mine again, ever?


Not MineNot MineNot Mine
Not knowing who I am, Caring less and less Cause I am not me.
You are me.
You've taken my thing, the only thing I'm good at. The only think I ever was good at And made it you.
You don't know what I mean. Poetry was mine, all I knew. Now it's all you
And it's true.
I don't know if I should, Keep writing, what's the use. It's not mine anymore. Now it's yours.
You'll never know, How I feel about this.
I can't tell you. Your too close.
I'll just live Knowing its n
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Vicious: "Then why are you still alive?"
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