It's frustrating
Why is everything put onto question
Why is every action critiqued and spat out like the useless
It's tiring
Why is everything put onto my hands
Why do people mistaken the hard as the simple
Words lie
Actions prove the truth to those
So stop
Leave me alone
Let me live
Stop it
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
serendipity 一 poems
Thơ Cashort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
