Parents are annoying. They want your best, but sometimes they're view is skewed. Sometimes downtime is good. Not being involved in lots of things can be good. Also you shouldn't fucking tell me not to yell or talk back or... shit. Cause then maybe, just maybe, I won't have a clue how to express myself and will bottle all the negative energy up until I'm sure I'm going to explode. I have no idea of how to say you're wrong or to stand up for what I believe with you and not get in trouble as a result. And that's shitty. Especially since you always told me to stand up for what I believe in. And it's lead to me not being able to tell others stuff and goddamn it. Can't you see I'm fucked up. Is the mask I wear that convincing or do you just not care enough to see past it.
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Poems From Junior Year
PoezieA collection of poems from Nov 2016 to Aug 2017 that I was too scared to actually publish at the time.
