my eyes scanned the house,
everyone was talking to someone,
besides me.
i tried to fit in.
but i can't.
my heart.
can't.
take.
it.
anymore, so i talk to my own friends.
a teenager and still have imaginary friends.
'Ci'Agea
YOU ARE READING
Endless poetry, from a black girl.
PoetryQuote: "I will shed all of this skin down to the very bone, beneath it if that's what it will take for you to come to realization that appreciate is not what makes a human beautiful." -Christopher Pointdexter. just some of my feelings jumbled up...
