This Is Poetry.

This is Poetry.
I introduce you to the open me.
In all honesty I try to act like nothing bothers me.
Dead relationships and my past mistakes are haunting me.
I try to let my guard down but my paranoia follows me.
Too weary of fake feelings.I'm Feeling half dead im dead serious.
Emotions cloud my judgment I'm delirious.
Sitting inches from the rain writing pain.
Trying to sustain regain and repay.
For every bridge burned there will be another thats made.
I see the ways.
Where I may make a change .I'm finally showing restraint.
Cultivating and learning my strengths.
The pros and the cons have been weighed.
I'm over the gossip and games.
Too old to be playing. Way too smart to be gettIng played.

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