I'm so sick for being the shadow
Following the person that I don't want to follow.
I'm so sick for being the ground
Kept pounding with people by their shoes.
I'm so sick for being the boat
Even though they kept using me to cascade through shallow.
I'm so sick for being the quarrel
Followed up by a fake truce.
I'm so sick of being here
'Cause they gave me the biggest weight.
I'm so sick of being okay
Whilst surrounded by fraud mates.
I always tend to cease
Yet clutching my inner fist.
'Cause I'm so sick—
Blabbering all of these!
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
