She pesters me about my day
How am I?
How was school?
What did I do in class?
Who did I hang out with during the lunchbreak?
But that's literally just talk,
Cause she doesn't listen to me at all.
I speak my heart into her deaf ears,
I bare my soul to her blind eyes.
No matter what I tell her,
She's already got an image of me formulated
YOU ARE READING
Over The Ledge
Puisi"Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep" Some people turn to alcohol Some turn to drugs I have words.
