I feel like I've touched on every topic out there,
But I know I just haven't experienced unfair.
I know I've seen what happens on a daily,
Wonder if I should go and say I love Haley.
The thoughts running through my head are highly mathematic,
A percentage of it I wish was gone but a bigger part me loves that I have it.
When I'm motivated I feel like a complete and utter genius,
When I feel like an idiot it's people making me feel like a weakling.
My mom didn't raise a big old emotional disgrace,
I mean if I told her how I felt I would have to come face to face.
Someone save my mind from the twisted thought from the swirls and whirls,
Someone tell me I can have a world without falling in love for the same old girls.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
