look at my face
see how normal i am?
oh these? they're not tears
i'm too happy for that
i won't cry i won't
you sit there watching
just waiting to laugh
at my crumpled body
when i break and crash
you're mean, you know?
YOU ARE READING
emotions.
Thơ cahouses of floral people of glass bodies of marble minds of brass anxiety is really rude this book IS my mind and a voice for my thoughts. when i can't understand the feelings in my brain, i write. it's really the only way i can explain what's going...
