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.
