My few three or so friends I have are nice. I sometimes wonder what their
life is like behind closed doors.
Is it perfect? Broken? Coming apart at the seams? I walk in
black and ponder. If so do they put on a happy face?
And if they're so damaged why do they walk in
white?
The world in school id full of pressure,
Pressure to score good grades, say the right things, hang out with tie right people.
Is life always like that? If so I feel like
Suffocating.
YOU ARE READING
The Falling Droplets
PoetryJust depression about the world and stuff ^-^ (I don't own the picture on the the cover)
