The misery
Ridding up my skin like a disease
The sympathy
Screeching up my ears, till I can't hear
The enemies
Following me but I can't seem to see
My energy
Displaced and diverted for survival
My happiness
Nonexistent since your appearance
My appearance
Don't matter cause I am the baddest batter
I swear
I'll never be an angel or a saint
I promise
That you will forever rue this day
I expect
Everyone I see to be my enemy
© Sofia Villagrana 2021
Dec 20, 2021
Dec 20, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC
The misery
Ridding up my skin like a disease
The sympathy
Screeching up my ears, till I can't hear
The enemies
Following me but I can't seem to see
My energy
Displaced and diverted for survival
My happiness
Nonexistent since your appearance
My appearance
Don't matter cause I am the baddest batter
I swear
I'll never be an angel or a saint
I promise
That you will forever rue this day
I expect
Everyone I see to be my enemy
© Sofia Villagrana 2021
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