Confessions of a Broken Mind

They're just screaming it out
Can't they just stop?
Mad, that's how I feel
Sad, trying not to be me

I hate the pain
Following me all around
Wherever i go
Whenever i cried

I hate my past
Because it's filled with broken memories
I simply can't look outside my world
When you're trapped in those memories

I was stuck
I am now free
Free to fly and cry
Free just to be me

P.S:
It's my new hobby, writing poems.
If you like it, please tell...
If you don't, just do the same thing...
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