No Signs of Me

Out in the woods you think you know,

But can you really let it go?

You will not see me slipping through,

Ready to leave at first sign of heavy snow.

 

No signs of me, only of you,

As you decide what is true.

I want to yell, I want to scream,

But you can't know, can't have a clue.

 

You claim this is't a nightmare but a dream,

But all I do is boost your self esteem.

All I want to do is leave,

But so many consider that blaspheme.

 

If you die, I will not grieve,

For all you do is deceive.

I know what I perceive,

Oh, I know what I perceive.

Creativity641

VT

14 years old

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