I am what I am. I am a worm, burrowing through books faster than I can check them out. I am scared and sad, often for no valid reason. I am a writer, spilling my thoughts and feelings across the page like icing on a cake. I am an ocean wave, moving fluidly through space. I am a raccoon, staying up too late at night, with bags under my eyes to match. I am an orange, tough on the outside, but soft and sweet on the inside. I am what I am.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry. Some of it is personal. It is either amazing or awful, there is no in between.
