Adolescent
Tired eyes, messy hair and coffee in one hand
I trudge in school filled with my peers
Daydreaming about joy, but set back to reality.
Music flowing through my ears with thoughts
clustering in my head.
I lay down with my eyes close
nothing to fear but my bittersweet agony.
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untold stories
PoetryThese are poems I wrote over the years, unfinished and finished work. Its part of my experiences of my life, how I feel or something I keep to myself. I hope you enjoy.
