Dear Stomach Pains,
I actually had a meal today.
Then you made my body hate me.
It growled and gurgled and spewed,
Making me go to the school bathroom.
(I hate those damn things).
The bathroom reeked of stomach acid,
The air was stale.
A faucet, stuck in the on position,
Added a static like background.
It covered the sounds,
Making me a bit relieved.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mr. Nobody
PoetryMr. Nobody is the feeling when you don't know what you're feeling; that sense of being outside of yourself. These are random letters to it and other Feelings. *MAY BE TRIGGERING*
