You know what?
There is nothing I can do,
For my past self.
The defenseless, scared child,
Who grew up a burnout,
Writing shitty Wattpad poems
About themself.
But,
I can do a small act
For my future self.
For she-she is my ticket out of here.
YOU ARE READING
My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
