always right
and I'm always wrong.
you walk over me,
and they see nothing wrong at all.
somehow,
it always ends up here.
i'm tired of being your red carpet,
tired of being left.
this is where it stops,
because
don't you know that you're toxic?
YOU ARE READING
Overthinking✓
Poetrya storm in my head, i've got a million words to say. a book where I pen the storm into words.
