People have geniunely only been a part of my life when they want me, only when they are nearby me not when they are at some place else
I can say with asurety that i have truly been bad at making friends for the 20 something existing years of my life and i still suck at it
I never understood how people have childhood friends or best friends , here i am struggling to keep those whom i just met
I just dont understand, is it just me? I have kinda tried to bend some of the lines in my personality into curves throught out these years in hopes to at least have someone who To whom i wouldnt have to be the first one to call
I have been a people pleaser, i have been their chef, their artist, their helper, and much more but what leaves me is what more can i be so that they stop seeing me for what i can provide and start seeing me for who i am
Why is it that when there are miles to cover i am their man and when it's just next door it's another man, i just dont get it, how can i be so wrong every time that i even left my math scores behind
I am tired of having to wait around for a call when my mind is already asured of the consitent streak, now i just dont want to experience it all over again when my mind is already made up and when my heart is already hardened and my hope has dwindeld
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RandomThis is a book filled with words of poem. The poems are solely written by me and are a work of a poets imagination and a bit of reality that we experience in the world. Feel free to read. #do not steal any of my poems as it is an infrigement under c...
