everyone hates agustus
the book with
my tears,
my heartache,
months of my life
the voice in my
head, destroying
my self worth
they've read the
book, and shut it
to only let the awful
slip from their lips
because they don't
care enough to
understand why it was
ever molded
everyone hates agustus
i hate agustus
i still remember
the little girl i was
with the slicked back
ponytail, shielding
my wounded mind
but nobody understood
why i was the way i was
but agustus is forgiven
they are pitied
they wear the face
simply of a
lonely, innocent person
and people are allured.
you need to be
alone for longer
you need to suffer
for longer
longer than i did
you don't deserve this yet
you haven't learned yet.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
