Since I still feel bummy, and the sky isn't sunny, and Umi's relatives are near, I'll shed these brief tears of unexceptance.
For I can't feel fit
I don't feel sunny
Don't talk to me,
Let me drown in depression,
Fake smiles won't help,
Sense the bummy feeling won't fade
Let my anxiety take me to the bottom of this pool of self doubt, and loss crushes
-Glass
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Black Roses And Other Insane Thoughts
PoetryA small suburban black bean makes nice poems.
