here's to the kids
who grew up to fast
or live to scared to.
here's to the mothers
who were unwilling
or made the wrong choice.
here's to the people
who live with their greatest enemy
or find that enemy in themselves.
here's to me
who's too fearful to be anything
that she lives being a nothing.
YOU ARE READING
noontime sonder
Poetry"poetry for those who need it, and poetry for those who yearn for it" /// trust me, i dont know either
