Poem
I really miss daddy;
wish we could've had more time.
I really wish my mommy
was more present in my life.
Like Kayla how you been?
How you been coping?
And Kayla I'm so sorry for my violent ways.
I'm hoping we can move past this.
But mommy sorry you're mistaken.
Too much time's been wasted. Too much sitting and thinking.
Too much in my pretty head. I can't trust women or men.
I gotta do my dirty laundry. I don't know you or my dad.
Why is it so much easier being small in a big world,
While it's so much harder not to be fucked up in a fucked-up world?
I'm no Barbie girl In a Barbie world.
I'm only 18 doing bad all by myself.
All by myself
Myself, myself.
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Feelings: Monologue/Poetry Collection
PoetryThese are monologues and poems that are completely random. Just getting my art out there ya know! Please check my profile for similar consistent works. (Currently working on a drafted piece: "Lotus' Story" 1/5 books of my new series: Because It's No...
