I detest the idea of everything being so
Up in the air.
People behave as thought they don't care
Not about what's fair,
About how everything could easily tear.
My whole life has seemed so sheltered.
No matter how short.
Everyone would fear something as simple as a wart.
My shelter has been my thwart.
I write this to stop myself from grudging.
I know that without this, there's no budging.
It would be my fears and I, trudging.
Not running,
Not talking,
But trudging.
Trudging through the deep mud.
Trudging through the deep mud that is my fears.
Trudging through the deep mud that is my sadness.
Trudging through the dry sand that has changed to mud,
With nothing but my tears.
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Emo Poems
PoetryThis isn't necessarily a book that has poems that would completely blow your mind, it's more like a diary. The diary of a lonely teenager who often gets driven by intrusive thoughts and basic paranoia. So, don't expect too much, just read it and int...
