When will it be my turn
When will I experience the one thing I've always dreamed of
Everyday I walk the halls and feel the dreadful rain cloud above
It tells me things I don't want to believe
Every drop is another thought
"You'll never be pretty enough for someone"
"Nobody will ever love you"
And so
So many more.My friends,
They've found their love
Their other halves.
But what about me?
I feel left behind
Like I'm missing out on the biggest part of highschool
These elaborate gestures and feelings
I'll forever grieve the opportunities that I never got to experience.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)