Oh she's coming, cue the band.
Oh she fell, don't give her a hand.
Oh she's unhappy, that's not enough.
Oh she's okay, we don't like that stuff.
Oh she's smiling, look it's fake.
Oh she's tired, let's keep her awake.
Oh she's laughing, what a joke.
Oh she forgot us, give her a poke.
Oh she's partying, she'll regret she came.
Oh she hates us, we feel the same.
Oh she's crying, we won't be quiet.
Oh she's dying, what a riot!
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Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
