I wake up for school at 7:15 every day
My mom says she's proud of me
For waking up so early
The people I talk to
Who I can never really know
And the people I've hurt
Without even thinking
They get back at me
That's what goes on in my day
YOU ARE READING
What Goes On In My Day
PoetryWords and shamed moments Revolve around my bed I plead to go to sleep But they don't allow it These words and shamed moments They only tell me to write
