I Envy those who spoke soft,
those people that always seems to get what they want, people that are always good enough for my mother.
But I, I don't fall in the list of those people.
I'm Aggressive all the time.
And I spoke too loud and I dont try hard enough.
So sorry Mother, for never being the Daughter you want.
YOU ARE READING
Reverie
Poesia𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 || Collection of Poetrys || ( Noun)|| Rev^uh;ree § Rev.'(e)'ri •A State of being pleasantly Lost In One's Thoughts; A Daydream•
