You fill my bones while
Apologies are stuck in my throat.
I choke on these confessions and
they threaten to suffocate me.
My pride is too great and I will never admit
when I am wrong or when I am scared.
My pride makes me lonely and
my ego will be the death of me
and any resemblance of
Hope.
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Poems for the Relatable Soul
PoetryJust some poems that I hope some people can relate to. I have been going through a lot and just thought to write about my experiences.
