I need to throw up.
All the assumptions
they all told me.
All the false accusations,
they threw at me.
Everything that is not true
B-but why do I keep digesting it?
To them to believe they were right.
To believe a lie?
To be the person who
they're implying me with.
To be be the one who I'm not
By not doing me?
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poesíawords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
