There is just so much to say,
such little time to say it.
Keeping from going astray,
my mind can't focus one bit.
Kids say what's on their mind without thinking.
Why can't I say what I have to say to you?
Can't I say it without the room shrinking?
It's only one syllable: just four letters. . .
STOP!
But it's too late for me.
You're already inside.
Too many tears, couldn't see.
You had yelled as I had cried.
After you left me in my room alone.
Feeling so disgusted with my body.
Curling into a ball causes me to groan.
The way you treated me made me feel shoddy.
A/N
Okay, so this isn't the best. At least I tried. Do you ever just think this looked better in cursive? Because that was what I was thinking when I finally typed this out...
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One of Those Things
PoetryThis collection is just one of those things. One of those things where you can't get something out of your head so you put it down onto paper or just written somewhere, no matter the outcome.
