Six girls, all similar in appearance
Decided to befriend me
The first was insecure
Constantly asking if she looks ok
The second didn't talk much.
People liked her the most
The third got excited too easily
Many people glared at her and her loudness
The fourth didn't eat much
Resulting in her thin waist
The fifth one held her head down
Afraid of the world she faced
The sixth one cried a lot
Scared to not be heard
What about the seventh girl you ask?
She's the one crying to be released.
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Poems
PoetryIt's just a collection of what I feel like writing. I'm not really sure that I should call them poems. There's no real purpose of what's in here. If any of these don't make sense, just ask me. I'm gonna try and write one for every day of the year.
