its suppose to be quiet
not a deffening sound
its suppose to be peace full
not depression playing around
its suppose to be happy
not breaking your heart
the things its suppose to be
they tear my appart
its suppose to be truth full
not full of lies
its suppose to be sunny
not dark grey skys
its suppose to be
its suppose to be
in all of these things
am i suppose to be me?
YOU ARE READING
maybe im messed up
Poetrywell here it is , my heart on my book sleeve (and now for the laughter at a bad pun)or just random weird things (manly involving unicorns) that cross my awkward mind . this is a book of poems letting you into the head of a average high school (or sh...
