why have I forsaken myself
again
give up
so easily ?
i remembered something Today
years ago
my mother
painted over my collection of rocks
years of effort
gone.
why
have i given up?
every time
every time every time
i try
i try i try So hard
i am forsaken
Clay.
2 days.
she left it there
i took it back
Painting?
useless
what purpose does it serve?
School.
A A A B
not good enough.
no joy allowed for me
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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!
