don’t try to make sense of this one. trust me.
Would it be so wrong of me
to want to smash all the plates in my apartment
and scream and cry at the top of my lungs at midnight?
because everything is becoming too much
and this raw ball of emotions in my stomach
is starting to grow stronger each day
to the point that I'm not sure what will happen when it bursts
(j.a.s.s)
This poem is about:
Me