Sometimes I want to be alone and other times I want to be around you.
The next minute I catch an attitude over the simplest things
Why do I act so mean?
My mood changes in between.
You have the right one but you push him away , all you had to do was stay.
Not complain.
You state your grateful but do I show it , no you take it for granted.
My belief and morals is my strong suit
But what does it really mean when I dont have you to give it to.
My strong willed and stubborn ways have pushed people away ,
But I cant cry wolf when I'm the source to why people stray away.
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Rosen from the Ground
PoetryRose from a concrete is the breakthroughs of life and overcoming it all