your lies are unsettling
i cannot tell you how much sofor you would mock me
your eyes shoot daggers at mewhenever my back is turned
and i'm tired of that
i'm tired of people telling meto get my head out of the clouds
and actually do my workbecause i'm trying
maybe i'm just not suited for workingbut how can i work when
your words float around in my headshe can't do this
she's just too shy
she's just too lazyand, from my parents -
you have responsibilities
stop being so lazyi think you're getting fatter
you could've done betterso many words of shame
nothing good - maybe i'm worthlessor maybe i'm just
not patient enoughany self-control i once had
has long been forgotten -no one really cares anyway.
_oops, another ranty one, sorry :(( kind of thankful that school ends this week !! maybe i can get more proper content out :D
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Nighttime Mist [Poetry]
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and the sequel to Unclaimed, Not Sorted [Random]. It can, however, be read as a stand-alone. I hope you like it! :)