I can't write poetry but I'll try.
And words do hurt me but I'll hide.
Don't know my purpose, or if it matters why,
but in the end, we all die.
I write songs but I can't sing.
I feel so lost but my life looks clean.
And you'll hold on to my poetry,
Oh wait nevermind, that's silly of me.
I love the stars but I'm scared of space.
If this weren't in pen, it'd be erased.
And I'm sorry for the things I say
I talk but words can't fill their place.
I'll end this poem, for I've said too much.
I'm not okay, but please don't fuss.
I'm insecure, pay attention to me,
I take it back, just leave me be.
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n0t a waste 0f space.
Puisi(Previously named "Poetry for Stargirl") just yer average poems yo.