Sitting
Waiting
Watching
It's a new day, but it feels old
I'm sitting and waiting for the door to open
I'm watching for the face
The face of my new counselor
It's a new day of old
Impatient
More people flow in
They don't know
I'm sitting here waiting my impatient self grows
More strangers walk in they look at me
If only they knew that the calm girl they see
Isn't so calm and nice on the inside
Impatient
The door finally opens
But not for me
I'm stuck here in the new day of old
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My Poems
PoesíaThis is my poems that I write whenever I'm mad, sad, happy, or just feel the need to creat something. It was called "Arts" but I feel that that title didn't fit any more. I really hope you guys get a chance to read this and tell me what you think!
