throbbing
discomfort
uncomfortable in my own skin.
at school,
home,
out and inside,
it doesnt ever leave me.
want to shake the shame,
the shame of
my voice,
my hair,
my voice,
my skin,
just me.
doused in a gassed pile of
hatred and shame.
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poems by nick
Poetrythese are poems I have made about.. well things updating with new poems about everyday some are personal and some are not enjoy!!
