Bits and Pieces

Some lines that never got into a proper poem. Or it is just meant to be…

*Trying to mend my ways
But I dont know what is straight*

*I spend as if the money is my dad’s
Or as if money grows on trees*

*Holding my tounge as to hide the real me
And one trip is all it takes to uncover this facade*

*Explain to me your logic
It does not make any logical sense to me*

*Hold captive by my own thoughts
These voices are so loud
Silently engraving scars to my heart
As if hypnotised, i obeyed*