Never stop
Like an endless
River of selfishness
And embrassment
Words trickle
Down my tonge
Drip
Drip
Dirp
Like the numbing
Of a soul sucking
Sound of a broken leak
Thats what it is
a broken leak
Never stopping
And constantly
A burden
On any near by ear drum
Broken meaningless peices
Fall and go completely
unnoticed
As everyone remembers the dul ache
Of the stale words
On and On
Like a boring line of
Arrogance
And
Judgement
It seems
It seems I have a case
Of the
Uncureable
Unloveable
Word vomoit
With innocent lives
As my trash bins.
Inspiration: Self doubt and hate
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One Chance Encounters With Some Words
PoetryPoems. About life. About chance. About pain. About me. And about every word in between *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s...
