Life sucks.
Life is cruel.
Life is not fair.
I sit at table by myself.
Am I lonely? Yes. Do I admit that? No.
My friend's don't understand. If they did they would read my feelings. See that I am lonely. See that I am hurt. I have a rough exterior and a soft interior. Am I okay no. As I'm watching my friend's walk away.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThese are poems I made from the middle of 7th grade till May 23, 2019. All other poems after My Inner Thoughts Pt.2 are after 7th grade. Starting from looks and after is 8th grade.
