Sky never blue
Cry
Orchestra whining
Wishes to die
Dishes too high
shit on the floor
surely a human cant take it much more
Called a hore
at school
for something that she didnt do
WHY you so whiny get out in the weather its sunny outside cant you see
dont have to be blind to see what im going through
I know you want my best but life aint a test of who can be outside the most, yes im bored but who the hell knows
GET OF MY BACK you nosy noise
have no choiche
but to listen
You cant get to my insides i could be dying or out of focus to listen
Im not pretending to be alone, i dont know, but i know im not
feelings feels like truth but their lying to you
Who the hell knows whats real anyways, discussing is pointless
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Ingrid (
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WELCOME INGRID - WOW - Great first poerm bursting with agreeson and angst ! We all have days like that ! Love the fragmented structure of your poem - forces me to read it again and again - awesome. I try and never give up discussin' but (as you say) who the hell knows what is real anyways ! Great last line - thanks for sharin' BRIAN
Very lovely poem
Thanks!
beautiful
Thank you!
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