My small foot steps
Pitter patter along the ground
What am I running from you ask?
The responsibility's of the world
The work to be done
Task, after task completed
For who?
Not me
None of it brings me joy
Not anymore at least
But I will get tired
And when I stop running
I hope I've found what I'm looking for
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoetryPoetry written on the daily life of a teenage girl. Feb. 23, 2019 - #2 in #welding Feb. 25, 2019 - #1 in #welding April 8, 2019 - #207 in #afraid April 15, 2019 - #192 in #alone June 17, 2019 - #84 in #growingup June 17, 2019 - #94 in #goodbye June...
