It kinda ***** how
I'm sitting here writing a poem about how
I feel. And how
nothing ever seems right to me.
It kinda ***** how
my head is currently spinning in circles and how
my face feels tight from my dried tears.
It kinda ***** how
my inexplicable anger is taking over my body, how
it messes with my exams and social life and how
I push away the people I need the most.
It kinda ***** how
today is just never my day.
It's never my day.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
It kinda ***** how
I'm sitting here writing a poem about how
I feel. And how
nothing ever seems right to me.
It kinda ***** how
my head is currently spinning in circles and how
my face feels tight from my dried tears.
It kinda ***** how
my inexplicable anger is taking over my body, how
it messes with my exams and social life and how
I push away the people I need the most.
It kinda ***** how
today is just never my day.
It's never my day.
i apologise to everyone I freaked at today
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