less.
am i... less?
everyone denies.
uncertainty screaming through their bitter eyes
do you think i haven't done what you've done?
i have lived through fucked up shit just as much as you have
my mom always says,
you just need to contain yourself.
but i can't?!
is it this hard for everyone?
a society
casting me out
im to much
i get attached, i know.
but please
i just want to get through this shit
as much as all of you horrible conditioned monsters
it's not your fault is it though
it's mine,
isn't it?
YOU ARE READING
flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
