Monday,Tuesday,Wednesday,Thursday,Friday,Saturday,Sunday... it's the same thing everyday with her obnoxious voice always yelling but I know I can't make a noise if I say something I'm disrespectful but what about my respect.what do you think is going on in my head. it's those words clinging to my mind like I know I have no choice but to stay there and take it all in... but what am I supposed to do when my patience wears thin and breaks. what am I supposed to do with these tears running down my face god I hate that salty taste. But I'll try to explain to her that I don't like the way everything is hopefully she can see it from my point of view and listen all the way through...
YOU ARE READING
Poems❤️
PoesíaJust a book of my poems hope you guys like them❤️and pls don't steal them guys I'm the original author my name is zy'onna
