Disturbing Tankas
Why does it appear
That every time I trust
Life turns and hits me
Should I just not trust people
Or should I really not care?
It's not fair to me.
I trust you with the secrets
Of my breast, and yet
You disregard my pleading
Or my desires in life.
The world closes in.
Sometimes I fear for my life
And for sanity
If I was to go crazy
No one would miss the old me
Maybe it's too late
And as I write this poem
I'm already gone
Hidden deep within myself
And crying inside some hole
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