i feel bruised;
marked with
ugly black and
blue blemishes
but there's no one
to blame but myself
i am clumsy
and i can't help
but run into walls
and trip over things
and hurt myself
again and again
no, no one is
bothering me
you ask me again
and again and again
as if you think me
incapable of
hurting myself
i'm almost flattered
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poesíabasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
