There's this girl
I never did anything
but every time our eyes meet
all I see is hatred
When I feel happy
she reminds me of something sad
When I'm about to say something
she interrupts me
When I finally eat
she reminds me of my weight
I never did anything but live
So why does this girl
standing behind that piece of glass
hate me so much?
YOU ARE READING
The voice they never heard
PoetryI never talked the way I thought. Often, that filled me with regret. This is something I wrote some years ago that I just wanted to share! Obviously my knowledge on writing was limited and it shows :,)
