You think that you are always right and I am always wrong.
I can’t take this judgment.
I hate how you make me fall.
I feel like I am crawling over broken glass.
Tears leave my eyes, they roll down really fast.
I curl into a ball in a corner of my room.
As I am sitting in the dark I start to hum a tune.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis book is a various variety of poems that I wrote when I was between the ages of 11-15. It was when I first began enjoying and loving the wonderful world of poetry. Hope you all enjoy them. -Poet_Megan_Rose
