Hundreds of eyes.
Looking at me.
The fear builds in.
I'm nothing.
People look at me like I'm nothing.
No one cares. I need to remind myself.
I walk,
Through these halls,
With everyone's eyes on me,
Fearing what they think,
I shouldn't care what they think.
But I do.
And I always will.~
- a bruised mind
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complicated minds [ a series of poems ]
Randominside the mind of someone who thinks a lot. °°°°° ongoing since 2015. Basically since my wattpad journey started, so there will be a lot of difference in the poems as my writing has much improved since then