Poems from 4kelsea
Play games. These are not my style of games, but just the mere thought of you gets me trapped in one, and just when I put it aside and...
Sanity,
well, it's a thing,
apathy, unresponsive, submissive, afraid,
and with it hatred,
a lot of self hate, a little phrase they use...
What is a friend?
Is a friend someone you've known for years?
Someone you went to school with,
who listened while you wallowed in a pit of...
I never really talk to people
I always keep my mouth shut
And when I go to share a good idea
it bites me in the butt.
If there is anytning I regret, it is that I held back,
I didn't tell you all I wanted to say.
I wanted you to see me for who I am,
but...