I'm tired of crying,
My momma ain't raise no damn punk.
I refuse to acknowledge the sting of tears threatening to fall.
I will no longer allow my overthinking to get the best of me.
I spend majority my time in my head,
Alone,
Just me and my thoughts.
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Dream: A Series of Short Poems
PoetryThese are just some poems about my feelings. Also if you even think of stealing my work I will fight you. I hope you enjoy them.
