My brain is a storm brewing thoughts instead of drops and insecurities instead of lightning.
Partly cloudy with just hint of anxiety.
I look at myself in the mirror and in a minute I found a thousand reasons of why I shouldn't look the way I look and a millon more reasons of why loving me? Nobody ever would
I can't stop all the thoughts that come up.
I think of everything and anything in a matter of nothing and its sickening.
Partly cloudy with a chance of water drops forming at the eyes of the storms.
I am the earth. And my brain is the storm hitting against everything that forms me. I can make myself grow. But I also can be my own destruction.
I am partly cloudy.
-Nmsa-
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F.E.E.L.I.N.G.S
RandomJust a short book were I write things I feel and things I wish I could say. THESE ARE MY OWN PERSONAL POEMS, THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS. YOU WILL FIND SOME THAT ARE NOT MINE BUT THEY HAVE THE CREDIT TO WHOMEVER WROTE IT.
