This one was one I actually felt. Maybe some parts were exaggerated but you get the gist. Hopefully who ever feels this way may find happiness. Love you!
*Literally no reads so there is proof I'm talking to no one..*
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I feel that feeling,
That feeling I despise,
I'm feeling that feeling that brings tears to my eyes.
I'm feeling it again,
I'm feeling the same of last year,
Every memory I stain, and for that to continue I fear.
I am no more than a sweet nothing,
I match my kind, wasteful wings,
People say that anything kind is never a waste,
But something I've learned well is that I am easily replaced.
I'm feeling the sensation,
After I am replaced with a substance less than my being,
But a figure way more beautious, to an eye's seeing.
I am feeling overweight,
I am feeling like my rolls are of guilt,
I feel like nothing as often as the earth is on a tilt.
I am useful to being a nuisance,
I am feeling insecure to every glance,
Every glance I receive from my reactions to realization,
I am always upset, like there is always conflict between nations.
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Short but whatever. It's a little poem I actually made at a restaurant. My dad asked me what I was doing, and I just replied I was writing important messages down. He told me whatever I'm writing I should wrote/store somewhere else some day before it's too late. I mean like once something is on the Internet it's always there so, thanks for the assistance internet!♡
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The Life of that Confused Girl
De TodoJust poetry. Not all of the ones I make are about myself. I'm way too young to understand some of the hardships I write about. No copying and claiming as your own because that is both pathetic and illegal. I don't know If I'm considered good because...
