my mom talks about you
says she sees you everyday
and on one hand, im glad
because it reminds me of how much i hate you
but it also makes me sad
for how much you deserve
your sadness would feed the hearts of millions
but ive said that a thousand times,
let me ask:
do you still talk to people about me?
do you think about things?
do you get asked about me?
id love to see you try and explain your faults
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
