As I type
I feel the burden
My chest is heavy
Filled with explosions
They never come out
I have to hold them in
In 2019 I learned
It doesn't matter what I am
Not that I'm 20
Not that I bust my ass at work
Not that im a student in college stressing over my complete self worth
In 2020
Doesn't matter what I feel
My thoughts bundle up
Harden up to become steel
Puppet child in a puppet world
The strings are chains I cant rip off
My soul is sinking it's a whole nother year.
I'm sitting here lost
Its Decemer 31st
My body rips apart
I'm not even my own boss
For what I am
Is a girl trapped under the moss.
Happy new year to me ,unfair my life is
Unfortunate it can be.
YOU ARE READING
You
PoetryThis is my poetry and many more to come. thank you for reading . If you feel what I do, then I know it's real. "All poetry is written by me , do not take something and don't give credit for!"
