Like a bottle of milk spilled,
I feel like I am only filled
with a desire as such
to weigh how much
tears did I shed and hold
back; same old, same old
Like a battery drained,
I feel like I only gained
hostility towards humanity
that I need to protect my sanity
Just give me my time alone
I know I can make it on my own
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Ellipses and Eclipses
PoetryA collection of poems from an INFP who loves fiction and astronomy
