this isn't rly a poem it's more just me ranting about how I feel like I'm not good at expressing emotions, and also how I feel like I'm not special when I don't have anyone to make me special
So enjoy
I don't think I'm very good at showing it
but I feel
so much
and I express
so few
of my emotions
My head is a sink
And my emotions are the water inside
sometimes my feelings just drips down slowly into my water
sometimes my sink is half full with water
and sometimes my sink overfills with water
I overfill with emotions
water starts to drop on the floor
That's when I start to cry
or scream
or laugh
sometimes someone puts flowers in my water
and I fall in love with them
get used to having them there
they become a part of me
that's why it hurts so much when I realize that I no longer have any flowers in my water
And I have to get used to a new life
without flowers
in my water
I go from being beautiful scented water with flower pedals in it to being just
boring
plain
water
with no special scent at all
just water
and it makes me sad
because no one ever says "my favorite drink is just water"
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PoetryThis is going to be kind of an open diary and some of the things I'll write are going to be poems that I've written and other things are just going to be my thoughts over different things so ENJOY! #10 on existentialcrisis lmAO #1 on lifequestions
