this how i view myself in a way
THIS POEM DEALS WITH MORE OF MY PAST. WHEN I SAY THIS THING STUCK IN MY THROAT IM TALKING ABOUT THE FEAR THAT KEPT ME SILENT AND WHEN I SAY THE SORE THROAT I MEAN THE SHAME I FELT FROM THE WHOLE SITUATION
THIS ONE WILL HAVE ANOTHER PART
MY FIRST POEM
THE REASON I HATE PARKS.........
how i invision myself dying
Je veux seulement oublier
I tend to yell at myself at times...