I try too hard.
I over-think it
until it's carboard.
I go home.
I let it all go
until it's no longer fake-foam.
I do what I'm told.
I go through the motions
until I become cold.
I feel lost.
I don't know where
I'm going, but I have to trust.
I am a cardboard,
foam-filled, cold
box.
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Book of Poetry
PoetryThis book of poems were created by my best friend from school, she asked me not to say her name :P ... She is SUPER good and I asked her if I could put her poems on here so ... Here they are! I hope you enjoy! :)
