My emotions feel so violated,
Everytime I try to speak,
I just get berated.
I'm aggravated,
That I can't express,
All these things,
That cause me so much stress.
It's like this world is made to depress,
And I'm pressed,
Into corners,
My anger tearing down these borders,
Until I'm left empty
Of all emotion
Floating in an endless ocean
Of nothing
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theawkwardestwriter
I love music, books, and poems. Poems are to express, stories to create, essays to expound, music to feel. This is a place for my writing to be shared, poem, essay, and short story alike. May you enjoy what this awkward writer has to share.
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