This is a poem. Interpret it as you will. This is all emotions, so don't accuse this of bullying. This poem was made out of past experiences, and is made to stop racism. With that being said, enjoy!
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all.
My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions.
My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life.
The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking.
There is no need to understand.
There is no need to feel pity.
This is Thursday.