i hold myself back from happiness because every time i loosen my grip i am told to reel myself back in.
when i laugh loud i am told to silence my joy.
when i cry silently i am told to gain composure.
when i stand up for myself i am called a bitch.
when i am quiet i am asked what my
problem is.
when i say i would rather stay in i am told that i am a buzz kill.
when i say nothing i am horrible,
but when i say something i am even worse.
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...
