I am a burnout
No matter where I go
No matter what I do
I can never feel happy
I write for a sense of freedom
But as I write to you
I feel nothing
I am simply not happy
But I think it is just right now
I have mixed emotions
I feel empty, useless now
But later I might just show this to my teacher
With a smile and happy eyes
Waiting to be praised for my work
But never unseen
I will have my peace
And write
Write until I
Die
YOU ARE READING
The poet of thorns
PoetryThis is my poetry book full of poems that I wrote out of anger, sadness, etc. I hope you all like it
