Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2015
I'm tired of those
who are supposed to make me feel better
making me feel like ****.

I can't just not be around you.

I can't say anything even vaguely critical of you.

I think you can read my mind.
This is weird and not about who you think it is, I promise.
Anna
Written by
Anna  East Jesus Nowhere
(East Jesus Nowhere)   
352
   LiviKawa and Ian Canavan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems