i just wrecked my own home
a safe haven when i felt alone
but the halls were crawling with spiders,
creaky floorboards with demons around every corner
i could not tiptoe anymore
apprehension
and second-guessing
is not what a home is for
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i know alone (poems)
Poetry"nights turn into days that turn to grey keep turning over some things never grow i know alone like no one else does" original poems by an angsty teen black girl
