I’m real
I’m what you actually see
Nobody wants to see me though
So they run away into their dreams
I creep upon people when they are sleep
I’m the first thing they see when they wake
Oh do they wish I wasn’t real
But only your dreams are fake
I’m the cruelest dream
And such a pain
Most people take their lives
So they don’t have to see my face
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I really enjoy my dark poetry, to all members. Let me know what your thoughts are of this. I’ll write more if it has good feedback. Plus, way back. Someone told me, they thought my poetry looks professional. Just thought it was cool I was good at something in life
I like it. It’s kinda dreamy.