I'm very vary of the people I meet.
Of the words they speak.
And when they compliment me.
I'm clingy and childish
I'm seventeen but innocent
I'm attention seeking and selfish
I'm impulsive and happy
I still like fantasies
I cry rather easily
I expect way too much
And don't understand betrayal
I don't hold grudges as such.
I'm rude when I'm angry
Even to the people who love me
I don't really act my age.
I'm still here
I am still trying
I'm still learning
Despite all of this
Even on the good days
I'm at best, only tolerable.
YOU ARE READING
Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
