October 20, 2021 6:29pm
Short poem
I've spent years not knowing what to say
So why is it that now I do everyone's turn away
And I'd understand if I said something wrong
But how would they know the words trapped inside of me for so long
Because they never bother to listen, they never care
So instead I just feel like a burden as I sit here
YOU ARE READING
Pleas of Futility
Non-FictionMy innermost thoughts; My innermost secrets, And now... They belong to you.
