Every time I walk in that room I hear their voice echo in my head
Again nicholette
That was wrong
Point your feet
Stand up straight
Smile
25 push ups
Don't say that again
Restart
Their voice echo in my mind when I mess up
I always think I'm doing everything wrong because of their words they spoke to me
I've cried for hours over their hurtful words
But their words have changed me
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Hello again
My name is nicholette if you were wondering
This poem was about my old dance teacher that has made an imprint on me forever this is just some words that came to me
It's pretty bad but I'm still posting it
Anyway have a good day:)
YOU ARE READING
Sometimes my life is a mess~poetry
PoetrySome poems I wrote if you can call them poems I'm sorry in advance I'm not very good at this. Read if you like it's just me being an little emo teen.
