You loath, and hate, and hold a grudge. You torture yourself further, and continue your own destruction with every passing moment.
You've lost your way, and light is nowhere in sight. Depression consumes you, and you cover it up with anger. Your plastic smile is a plastic scowl.
There's no hope in sight, but you have no one to blame but yourself.
You're always angry, but you don't know why. And you can't be happy.
Not until you realize...
YOU ARE READING
Unprofessional Poems
PoetryJust poems that were written by a teenager who does really know what she's doing. Please read. I promise they're not terrible- just unprofessional, and sometimes kind of angsty.
