stop that right now.
i might be your
independent, home-grown girl,
but that doesn't mean
that it doesn't fucking hurt.
this is so fucking heavy.
my head may be strong,
but my shoulders can only take so much.
it feels like my fucking spine is binding,
fusing together,
and i can't move.
this fucking burden weighs too much,
but i can't put it down.
please stop looking at me like i'm not trying.
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poésiea collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
