—
there was this girl who had a bone to pick with everyone
even her friends
and even if they were good, she still found something to pick at
eventually they'd leave
and she'd say she didn't care
but deep down she knew she needed them there
and even though she wanted to quit
finding each flaw in someone to pick
she just quite couldn't
and she didn't know why
so she just kept it all bottled up inside.
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YOU ARE READING
'identity'- poetry
Poesía"perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be" a poem book exploring struggles with identity, emotions, and finding a place where you belong (a few of these poems are from my other poem book "inside me".)
