I stand to look at the vista as the sunsets
A squel pf excitement roar in me in ire
Full of angst and anxiety to take a sip
A sip of wine as i have this Conversation in my head
Somedays i talk less because i feel dumb
Somedays i stay alone because i feel grumpy
Somedays i miss my friends because im being lonely
Somedays are just days to smoke weed and escape reality
Im afraid im not what my parent wants me to be
Im not even close to perfection or the thought of it atleast
Im a teenager holding big dreams with a bic pen and paper
A blank mind that is afraid to think of it
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PoetryIm healing from past pain and depression.I found a small book i used to write what i feel.How much the pain cut deep in me and no one ever noticed.It killed me but i couldn't express it. Thought id share it out .its pretty short lines filled with do...
