Some call me crazy
or just an attention seeker
But they don't see my mind all hazy
or feel my body that's weaker
I would like to sleep at night
And make the world let me be
But my insomnia takes flight
'cause dad passed it down to me
I wish apon the starts tonight
That one could just cut me some slack
And even though they say they might
I still feel like such an insomniac
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Happiness
PoetryToday in school all I was able to write was the first poem so... enjoy? It's mostly super sad. I continue to add poems in this because sadness comes and things happen. (Also I get bored). I have looked up on the interwebs and apparently I have somet...
