I swirl down the shower drain as dirty water
I am nothing more than
What I think I am
My mother.
My father.
Friends.
Brothers.
I I I I
Feel as though I'll never be good enough
To be in their world
But
Maybe
It's just the heavy ass rock on my chest
The one
My mother placed there
Doubt.
Self consciousness.
Fear.
Anxiety.
I am nothing
More
Than what I think I am.
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
