if I’m off I’m probably punching my bed in anger
i still play with dolls
i still dress up
i still sing alone
i still am cute
im just warning you
im still a little girl
i still like children movies
i still laugh alone
i still am immature
i still regret my my mistake
i still am learning more about you
i still love you
i still go for long walks
alone with headphones on
i still dance alone
in the kitchen 'til the dawn
when the world feels too loud
i find peace in my own song
in my steps and my sways
i feel where i belong
i still sing my self to sleep
i still want to cry
i still hear my mind it creeps
i still wonder why
i still write my poems dark
i still just want to go and play
i still am looking for a heart
im still as empty as yesterday
I Still Am Me.
I Still Am, Just As Lonely.
I Still Faithfully Practice My Poetry.
I Still Am Friendly.
I Still Wish U All The Best Ov Luck, My Worldwide Family.
- Authors: Gyiuu does cry (Pseudonym), Mase ♪, Nilanjana Singh, Mr,apocalapse, Broken Ankh
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: August 25th, 2024 01:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: this is actually true
- Category: Short story
- Views: 10
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