i refuse to apologize for wearing my heart on my sleeve, simply because i'd rather this over anything.
i'd rather be loud and annoying than quiet and unheard, half the time i'm one or the other.
a ghost in the corner of the room, simply there for the thrill of it all.
there for attendance purposes and to be considered a person with a pulse.
you say you can only do so much, but why is this feeling of guilt constantly haunting me?
as if karma was just any old soul, i have been craving the feeling of relief forever now.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
