There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be.
I tried to talk but was instead talked over,
and therapy just didn't feel right for me.
It's satire how words could come so easily into my mind
Yet, I struggled at producing them aloud with my mouth.
So, I resorted to writing
and I turned all of my troubling tragic dismay
into words of but a beautiful array.
YOU ARE READING
Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
