everything i say,
right now
means nothing,
i don't clear my name anymore because people will believe what they want and explaining myself is a waste of time
i live freely
without any judgement
at the end of the day,
i still get attention
whether my name is in someones mouth or someone's defending me in a room i'm not in
i still get attention,
whether you like me or not
i still get attention
ignoring it,
kills them inside
keep doing it
YOU ARE READING
secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
