She is never happy
with my work,
ever, no matter
how hard I tried.
I did it wrong.
I was to quick.
My job was sloppy.
I screwed up.
She makes me
mad, furious
and I hate it.
I hate her.
Who is she
to judge me?
She does nothing.
She is nothing.
Yet she is,
always there
pulling me down.
Making me fall.
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Poems for my thoughts
PoetryMy literature teacher told me I was talented and that my voice should be heard, so here I am. This is a way I can share my feelings and feel heard. Enjoy! If you like it please leave a comment or send me a message! All rights are reserved, do NOT sh...
