Yesterday, I said many things.
I said I was tired of this.
I said I was sick of being pushed around.
I said I wasn't going to go with the flow any longer.
I said I had had enough.
Enough of being crushed, changed, molded into something else.
Someone else.
Yes, I said all these things.
......
But only in my head.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
