i wish i had an excuse
for the way i am. so i
wouldn't have to stare
blankly at them when they ask
"what is wrong with you."
while i sit there. trying to come up
with an excuse.
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Poetrya collection of poems i made throughout my teenage years and every moment i felt with the boy i thought i once gave my heart to. • • • • previously known as blurry eyes
excuse
i wish i had an excuse
for the way i am. so i
wouldn't have to stare
blankly at them when they ask
"what is wrong with you."
while i sit there. trying to come up
with an excuse.
