Pet Peeves

It's not just something that slowly gets you irate. It's the state of mind that, you allowed yourself to get bothered by simplicity. Pet Peeves surround me, clasping, grabbing me, verbally attacking me. Will it ever end? A frozen battle between me, myself and I. 

 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741