I'm much happier these days
I've stopped being mean to myself
But still, even after so many months,
The gray dots don't go away
They stare at me through my skin
And remind me of what I was like
I don't let them bother me much,
But occasionally I notice the dots again
And I remember how awful I was to myself
I'm really sorry, Erica from the past
I wish I could go back in time
And give past me a hug
And tell her:
"Please, put the pencil down. It's not worth it.
I promise, everything will be alright eventually."
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Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoetrySome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
