Negativity is
Poison
It creeps in
Stealthily
Quietly
A frown there
A grimace here
A string of cynical words
It slowly transforms
Till the broken shell
Of what could have been
Beautiful
Powders
And covers everything
With its noxious touch
Making it all
Sour
Even the sunflowers
Wilt
In the gloom
Of pessimistic pride
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YOU ARE READING
From the Phone of a Teenage Girl
RandomA collection of mad ramblings from a teenage girl in high school. Enjoy.
