this time
when i went to the insides
the hatred on souls' faces
was way more evident
they whispered to each other
they glared at me
no wonder i can't make friends
there are a hundred and one
reasons i can't do so
only one person smiles at me
the 12 year old girl
she's my only friend
i feel like i know her
from somewhere
she's really hopeful
and still is, even though
now i know that these
are just souls trapped here
i feel like i know her
i feel like i've met her before
i've met her before.
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
