I'm untitled 
I laugh at stupid things 
And pretend I'm 
not a child 
                              My voice shakes every time 
It's something I can't control 
My eyes glance up 
But my head goes down
                              my child like actions 
can tell you who I am
I become impatient 
And beg for a hand 
                              My mom says to get over there 
While I back up more 
only to be pushed by a hand 
                              untitled, overruled
overruling is what truly scares me 
Cause those carts with actual 
human being actually 
overrule you 
for such a second 
                              so, so, so 
                              I'm untitled 
I laugh at stupid things 
And pretend I'm 
not a child 
                                      
                                          
                                   
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  