I am just like a plastic bottle,
They think of me as a use and throw object.
When seen broken, people will think of me as litter.
They are scared to reuse me in the same form, think of me as toxic?
But in reality, I am just fragile, giving a fake idea of my toughness.
But in reality, I am just lost. Looking for a home, a place I'll be accepted.
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Absent Bridges: Part I
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems written from the bottom of my heart. This has a variety of poems on mental health, young-love, women, young-lust, teen pregnancy, society and disturbed mental health.
