Maybe it's better to leave things unsaid.
Because to speak would be close to screaming,
since what's understood doesn't need to be
explained.
Though in actuality I'm in the dark about it all,
why are you so misleading,
and how come I'm to blame?
YOU ARE READING
none of the things i've said
PuisiA collection of poems from a teenager battling social anxiety, depression, and teenage angst while navigating love on the road to self discovery and maturing. It's simply good fun. Well not all the time; sometimes it's about love. And heartbreak...
