I'm sorry
i don't know why i can't think kind
I'm the kind you hate, thoroughly
driven by guilt
and built
with pity
because the night you told me
you were a victim
of abuse
by boys who was trying to measure
who's stronger between them
i thought of only one thing
"so that's why
you
are
like
that"
YOU ARE READING
Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
