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Feb 2019
Why is it that people tell me to speak my mind and that they can handle how weirdly negative I am, and then they get offended or scared or some **** when I actually do?
And THEN they decided to complain about how quiet I am all the time?
Sure, you see me as quiet
But in my head there’s a ******* riot
I’ve tried talking to get people to stay
But in the end they all walk away
I’ve tried to change myself to suit the liking of others before
Never again because the results were just as poor
I used to be so gullible
Thought the world was oh so functional
Saw it all so colorful
But now most of the world is plain and dull
Issabella Hokason
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Issabella Hokason
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     Suzy Berlinsky and Postal Leo
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