Dear Diary,
The art of being a good person
Is completely ,fully, entirely bullshit
All our lives we are told to be good
Stand up tall and always ask if we should
Be the last one out, take care of all the rest
Smile at strangers and hug closely to our chest
Never be too quiet but don't speak too loud
And always be the shining angel within a crowd
So I did all of these things, and made my mom proud
But the feeling I longed for, was instantly plowed
I became a good person, and did everything right
Yet somehow I'm always on the wrong end of a fight
Is there any good, is there any hope trying?
Who knows, but for now, i'm done crying.
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
