It's not too pretty
not to be believed,
laughing at me
as if I hadn't heard of straight-As
or don't deserve to survive a day.
I can't even sing my love;
grab some peroxide to destroy all it's made of
as you open your mouth wide,
for embarrassment catalyzed every lie
you present.
Now, I resent.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
