Not much to say, just that I'm a bit disappointed.

This was written about a guy ,who replied to a pick up line by calling me a fat b***h (didn't take it too personally since it's completely false). Yes, people like that are real and it made realize that these people have no concept of how hard it is for someone to make the first move or how much of a low-life it makes them look like. There is no excuse to act this way. If you are not interested or taken, just say so with respect. Good thing I am stronger now and this was written purely for making this into art and having something possitive associated with it.

A lot of times I am overthinking small things and twisting them into something they are not, but it's not just me being dramatic, it's me being scared of being left by the people I love the most and it being my fault.This not only causes a lot of anxiety for me but to push down a lot of stuff, that's upsetting me in effort not feel that anxiety...and the more I pushed down...the more I feel I can erupt and breakdown...All of this, is circle I'll probably eventually break, but it won't be easy to forget what caused all of this in the first place...

A poem I wrote for my friends birthday. Love her so much.

This poem is the one that I'll keep close to my heart. Everyone can tell it's about love, they might figure out the meaning of it too, but I wanted it to have something really important hidden behind the theme, the meaning, and the words, that only I would understand.  I might changed it a bit later to make it even more personal, but for now I am happy with the way it is.

Poetry is an escape for a lot of us. It lets our hardships create something beautiful, but also it lets the memories, which we value, to be relived or encapsulated in secret code made up of words that we might only understand.