So much frustration.
So much anger.
Voices shouting.
Seems like a stranger.
I have to listen.
Though it pains me to stay.
The conflict thickens.
But I can't look away.
Did they say my name?
Are they talking about me?
The yells get louder.
Finally I have to leave.
Author's Note:
Don't read into this too much. I'm good, my home life is good, don't worry :D
-I. Quill
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
