“The Average”
I am the unnamed
I am also untitled
A simple reason why,
Everybody persecutes my family
Whenever they see us
I, myself cleaning something
They burst in laughter
I burst into tears
Same as my mother,
When my father leaved
Just as my brother
When he found out,
He can’t stay anymore
Average day says bye
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My Odd Consciences
PoetryI wrote these poem when I was 13-14, I write a lot about how I was in pain, which in retrospect is not much. But at the time it felt like the end of the world :o
