Just a bit of poetry I thought of during my daily life
The real me
Why can't things go right in life?
Why do the different stand alone?
Waiting for a call to stand
Waiting for a helping hand
My shadow is the only person by my side
My best friend, my worst enemy
It's the one I talk to
The only one that knows me
But sometimes it can't heal
But I can feel
The pain of my scars
Will never go away
But what really matters in the end
And no matter what happens
It won't consume me
Because I'm my own boss
Retracing the past
Is difficult when there is no future
Walking alone
Walking to no home
I'm going to let go this anger one day
No matter how bad
Being clogged up inside
Unknown to anyone
The sweet sensation of revenge
Crawling through my blood
Thinking that you have won
When it has only begun
Trying to look inside me
Trying to figure me out
Trying to break me
Into the dead
But what you don't know
What you don't see
And what you don't hear
Is the real me
How was it? I know it didn't rhyme perfectly but I had to let it out. Please review