all i see in this home is a house.
i don't feel appreciated or welcomed,
you don't listen to my mouth.
excuse my ignorance,
i know you said that this is my house too
but i can't ignore the fact that i often feel abused. where can i turn to when the outside doesn't love me?
when i open these doors,
i'm embraced by the same ugly.
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Poesíathis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
