Poems from mandiemarie97
They say you can't trip on something behind you.
Why do I keep walking back over the bump that trips me?
I will just trip again.
Stop....
I am perfectly fine.
Nothing wrong with me.
But am I sure?
No.
I am happy.
No, I should be happy.
But why do I feel like I want to be sad...
Why do people believe that they can walk over me?
That they can do something, without my consent, and completely desreguard my feelings?
I...
I am intaking these little capsules of madness, meant to make me feel better, only doing the complete opposite.
It seems my world has...
I am lonely.
Closed in my own cubicle.
No one is allowed in.
Only ones who truly care.
Which is no one, of course.
Must people be so...