"You've yelled at me for hours now
And I'm telling you it hurts
It's in the way my tears run down
From my eyes down to my shirt
And it's truly nagging at my mind
Each word you shout leaves marks
I've always been quite blind
To words spoken in sparks
But when I hear them from your lips
In the warmth of my safe zone
It makes my strong demeanor slip
And my house feel less like home"
-c. e.
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PoetryI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
