Poems from Mikela Barulich
I’m not a damsel in distress
Nor a fucking princess
I didn’t lose my shoe
Even if I did I don’t need you
I don’t live with seven men
And...
I always tend to bite off more than I can chew
Struggling to swallow and stick it through
The meal is always pleasing to the eye
But never...
I have a lack of consciousness but my brain wont sign the armistice. This war seems bottomless... WAKE UP! Struggling in my intro I stare...
Uncomfortable situation to say the least Babying her immaturity The silent treatment feels like a cold hard slap to the face And for what?...