Being alone Is when you discover the best, and absolute worst parts of your self.
When your sitting there mind running and playing back all of your memories that you can recall every moment you can remember. You remember the worst and best parts:
The best being I know
things will get better
4 Supportive friends
An kitten to take care of
Art to imagine
poems to create
And an few faint other things.
The bad:
I doubt me
Iv been hurt
Lied to
Cheated on
Betrayed
I tend to lose pieces of hope
I give up to easy
Fall to fast
But the worst thing iv experienced
Is being pushed to the ground.
Going as low as you can, that is what I hate. I hate being controlled by what people think of me.

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PoezjaThese are poems I write, there just things that come upon me:) I hope you guys like them!