I've found more poetry from when I was trying to cope with a lot of the events that had happened to me during my junior year. It's interesting because I've gone through objectively worse things during my senior year, but I'm coping far better with them than the way that I had coped with the events from junior year. That's growth B^)
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                              When something like that happens to you, you question yourself
                              You wonder
                              You consider if you really deserved it
                              You debate internally as to why you were treated this way
                              You think that maybe you really are the monster you've been depicted as
                              And it hurts
                              You feel rotten
                              You wish you were someone else
                              You don't know why this happened to you of all people
                              And it hurts
                              It really does
                              Because this is a nightmare
                              They say the best way to confront your fears is to live them directly
                              But this is so niche
                              You tell someone that you're terrified 
                              Of the prospect that all the people you care about
                              Secretly hate you 
                              Secretly despise you
                              Secretly loathe you 
                              You're dismissed as paranoid
                              But when it actually happens?
                              What do you do from there?
                              It hurts
                              To have your fears confirmed
                              To realize that you're an easy target
                              To understand that you're an easily dislikable person
                              It stings it really does
                              So there lies the question
                              Where do you go from there?
                              People say that when you hit rock bottom the only way to go is up
                              But how do you get out
                              When the walls are curved
                              When there are no footholes
                              You simply have to wait for the rest of the world to come down with you
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Sonnets for Someones
PoetryI've discovered a love for sonnets due to my AP English Literature and Composition class, so I began writing sonnets about people, places, and things. These are a collection of sonnets, as well as generally poetic musings that follow my thoughts.
 
                                               
                                                  