mike wheeler's diary, 1984

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is what i'm living in supposed to be okay?
am i supposed to pretend everything's alright?
when i cry every night?

not one day can i go
with not shedding a tear.
am i just a thirteen year old
who is irrelevant to today?

i'm all alone.
no one actually cares
about my empty looking stares.
do my friends notice?
do they whisper?
do they worry?

i wouldn't worry about me.
i'm a stupid crybaby.
who would ever care
about a thirteen year old boy?

a/n
ok this is my poem, haha 😳
anyways, i'm kinda proud of
it? anyways it's gonna be like
this for a while with little diary
entries because i rlly cant write
353 entries lmfao i'm lonely but
i still have sort of a life with my
busy ass summer rn and then
with school starting straight
after that it's too much stress for
me, i hope u understand! :)
ps, all of the following chapter
poems will be written by me ok
bye!!!