It would be cool if someone could read these poems and sympathize with me, and if they sat down to talk, that would be even better. But for now I'll keep up the work I do, because no matter the size of your audience, it shouldn't affect the quality of your work.
Eighth grade is my inspiration for all of these poems, although not always in a potitive way. I just need somewhere to dump my feelings and express them in a productive way. These series of poems are moody and untidy, but I hope they can reflect the sensitivity of my attitude and put you in my shoes- unless you don't want to wear them.