I've never really understood
''walking on eggshells''
until now.
I say one little thing--
I vent about stress--
something they're supposed to understand--
and all they do in return is yell
and condemn
and shut me away.
I can go nowhere:
there's nowhere to run to
nowhere to hide
I think I would run away
if I could.
I think I mean that this time.
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Poetry from my Soul
PoetryPoems (mostly free verse) that I write when I feel that I should. Thanks to @BrandonMull_Lover (https://www.wattpad.com/user/BrandonMull_Lover) for the inspiration. I try to update on a semi-daily basis. The chapter header photos are a photo of the...
