I 'did' all my work
But you told me to keep doing them
You didn't tell me what to do
I wished you'd notice my artwork
But you gave none of them your time
It made my heart and eyes bleed
I thought I'd gotten better
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Confused Days
Poetry~ Confusion helps when I'm sad. It takes my mind off it. I drift off to sleep, And all I see is darkness ~ Poems that I can't find homes for ~ 'Days' series updated every two days
