When they finnaly don't ask anymore
You want to go
They left you behind wishing you
were them.
Filled with sadness, you wonder what you could have done different.
As the day progressed you fill with anger,
Finally letting it out you thrash and throw everything around.
As you realize what has been done you feel sorro fixing it up,
resting it back to the way it was.
putting back on a fake smile saying everything is fine.
- Catie S.
YOU ARE READING
Days of life
PoetryI'm basically going to be writing a bunch of poems about whatever. Some may be better than the others and have more emotion.
