We all have had,
or at least been there.
They always made us mad,
and thought everyone would care.
We want to cover,
and to make them disappear,
hiding them from lovers,
hiding from peers.
Some you can get rid of,
and endure head on,
but there are some you can't shove,
so let it pass until gone.
It may be an uphill climb,
but it's not worth the rile.
It's not the end of time,
so readjust that smile.
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PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
