Everyone is unhappy,
There is violence lurking around every corner,
We will never live in peace,
And no one feels joy or satisfaction.
I live an imperfect life,
I always feel anxious,
I won't confess my feelings to a crush,
And he won't like me back.
He won't ever find me attractive,
He will hate me,
He thinks I'm insane,
And we'll never see each other again.
But in the end
All of it is real
And it's nothing but a harsh reality,
Hurting my mind
And forcing it
Into seeing the truth.
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Can you tell I used copy and paste?
Well aren't I just oozing with creativity.
*note sarcasm*
8/30/2017
P.S.
A while back, I planned a special poem for the end of August. Unfortunately, it was a happy poem. Fortunately, it was about friends, so we'll see if I end up posting it. Bit of a warning, it's kinda just about 5 specific friends... sorry. I'll definitely post it eventually tho.
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