Ever since you came and went,
I believe that I am trash.
I believe that I am utter garbage.
I believe that I act like a three year old,
a five year old,
a kindergartener.
I believe that I should stop my childish actions and grow up.
I believe that I could have done something,
But then again,
I believe that I could never have stopped you.
YOU ARE READING
My weird emo poetry
De TodoSeventh/Eighth grade french messed me up -DISCLAIMER- I will not be using real names, and will be calling said person Mr. Eff.
