Jan 2020
So beautiful,
Yet so sad.
Is this a pity party?
Or am I just mad
At myself
For always making the same mistakes
For never going to a different place
Instead,
I remain comfortable. Stationary.
Give into silence.
Speak my mind only when I feel safe.
So I write.
Yet so sad.
Is this a pity party?
Or am I just mad
At myself
For always making the same mistakes
For never going to a different place
Instead,
I remain comfortable. Stationary.
Give into silence.
Speak my mind only when I feel safe.
So I write.
It’s been a silent few years in terms of my writing.
I miss school solely for the fact that I was pushed to write... it almost feels foreign to me now.
Thank you for reading.
I miss school solely for the fact that I was pushed to write... it almost feels foreign to me now.
Thank you for reading.
(19/F/Florida)
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