This is a very old poem I originally wrote as melancholic teenager. I am still melancholic in nature but my tone and style has changed somewhat in more recent years. I was always scared to share my writing when I was younger. I thought people would think it was dumb. Now I just don't care if it is or isn't, I speak from the heart. it's therapeutic for me and that's what matters.

Full disclosure, I did make a few tweaks..





Maybe it's the season,
Maybe it's just feeding me spite
But I can't give it a reason
And I cannot decide.
When I stepped out into the world
And felt its hard surface beneath my feet
I knew I had stepped out of my dressing room,
And the masterpiece of the play I couldn't beat,
But with my winning smile, I still tried.
And through my teeth i lied, a little.
Gave...