Poems from KRAnthony

She sits at the desk. I don’t know how she can just sit there. When you fight, isn’t there supposed to be yelling? All she did was talk...
Lets get a few things straight. 1. I am not okay. and  2. I'm not the same person who left the house a few months ago. 3. There are so...
He is laced with lies I was forced to sew underneath his skin. I am an open book ready for her to rip the pages he so carefully inked. ...
Since I became truly aware, filled to the point of overflow with the knowledge of my surroundings, you have been a constant reminder of...
When you look at me, What do you see? You see someone trying to fit in, And you laugh. Because you know you will never be my friend....

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