I am such a selfish, bossy, hypocrite. I mean, look at my past poems, I'm saying to remember the nice things... yet I tell myself the nice things aren't worth remembering. Remember the bad things so when something good happens you'll be surprised. However, it doesn't work that way. I know it doesn't, but I can't stop it. I'm stuck in a cycle of being a cheerful girl, and a puppet on strings. And I don't know who the puppet master is anymore.
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PoetryThese are some poems, completely random type of poems. These are depressing, happy, and fun poems, hopefully you'll be able to relate to most of these. From my insecurities to the happiest days of my life, you'll see them all. The thoughts are hones...
