You make me feel like zero.
Then you blame the pain you inflict on me.
To the point of tears,
But you don't care.
We are all under your control anyway.
Nothing I say or do is right.
In fact I'm hiding to write this poem, under the dark of night.
YOU ARE READING
Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
