Hello,
Sorry I haven't been writing. I'm not a ghost! I have just had a full plate these past few months.
If life were a baseball game,
I'd be picked last
No one wants me on their team
It's the last ending,
Bases are loaded
I'm the only option
I just got to score a home run,
But I suck at sports.
I don't have a singular friend I can tell everything to
They will tell another friend,,
My secrets
My hopes,
dreams,
fears.
I only tell certain people bits and pieces,
drop by drop,
Never the full story
Never mentioning my note,
I keep hidden in the dark parts of my brain
NO!
My family won't pick me first,
I'm not the favorite grandchild.
I'm not the favorite niece.
I'm not the favorite cousin,
Not the favorite child.
I maybe first born, but,
Everyone has favorites
I just happen to be,
LAST
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Stuck In The Mind
PoetryA poetry book of thoughts in my head, My own work but the cover is made by someone else. This is just a tiny glimpse of what my mind is like. I'm not stuck in the mud, I'm Stuck In The Mind.
