Whatever I do
You make fun of it.
Whatever I like,
You say it's bad
And dislike it.
It may be fun for you,
To make me feel like
I don't belong anywhere,
But it really isn't.
It's unfair because
I don't make fun
Or talk bad about
Your likings.
YOU ARE READING
My mini sagas
Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
