I am not empty
I realized, today
When I think of you
I am afraid
Afraid of what I was
Afraid of who you made me
You brought me
To the brink of insanity
I thought it was hate
I thought it was anger
But now I realize
It's fear of your danger
-fuck you, for making me feel
YOU ARE READING
My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
