I don't understand
why it's always my fault
why people always lie
why I can't be loved by all
But most of all
why are expectations a thing
why do some people's voices hurt me
why can't I be what others want me to be
What I understand most is
why I cry
why I laugh
why I have the friends that I have
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I am sadness
I dress in bright colors
I need a place to call home
I am related to depression and happiness
I vacation in the heart and the brain
My job is busy, especially during the night
I desire to finally be accepted by the world
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My Poetry Journey
PoetryThese are poems that I thought would be a shame to waste. This is my poetry journey.
