Why do I deserve to sit here.
Anxious.
Wondering why I ever opened my mouth.
All I wanted was for you to know that I'm upset.
But no.
Just keep quiet.
Let me feel like the bad guy.
Let me be absolutely miserable.
Can't you hear the desperation in ny voice?
I figured it would be clear.
But you don't seem to even be able to manage that.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryTake a look inside my mind. Into my rants, vents, strange poems and random insights. My mind is a scary place, so enter with caution. WARNING: I tend to get a little... Dark. If at any time you find anything I've written to be triggering, please sto...
