My room is like a cage I can leave willingly
But no one else can come in
Because I lock it
I hate my room
I want to leave it
I can, but if I do
There's nothing outside of it
That will make my pain go away
Everything outside
Will make that pain worse
I'm trapped in a room I can leave
I hate my room
A/N: this poem was written by my little sister. Her name is Giorgia.
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Unprofessional Poems
PoesiaJust poems that were written by a teenager who does really know what she's doing. Please read. I promise they're not terrible- just unprofessional, and sometimes kind of angsty.
