Where I started:
Bubbly and happy,
Always willing
To play by myself.
What came of it:
Self-hate and bad wishes,
A little rope and a knife?
I can't play by myself anymore.
The nothing I've become:
Too many friends to count,
And I love every one-
But not always myself.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoesíaThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
