"I'm okay," I say,
Though the phrase, my eyes betray.
"Nothing's wrong," I mutter,
A lie I seem to always utter.
"I'm used to it," I laugh,
When my problems form a large paragraph.
"I'm not hurt," I joke.
Even when I feel like my body broke.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PoetryThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
