Yelling
Just happens to be my way of communicating
If I ever want anyone to really listen, I have to yell
If I'm happy I'll yell, if I'm crying I'll scream
Yelling is my language
Why does this feel so right
But in a wrong way
To good to be treat in a way I'm not sure if I really want it
What even is this feeling?
I hate it
The voices in my head
I just want them to go away
They make everything so much harder
Dear little Me
I'm sorry, I never wanted to be this monster
But I think you'll understand why the world made use this way
It's the way to survive yk
YOU ARE READING
My unsaid thoughts -October
Poetrypoems I've written about love, heartbreak and day to day life as a teenage girl<3
