(Finally in bed,
Just how I imagined it,
Dazing off in second hour,
Wishing for the end.)
I don’t want to explain
Feelings that I have.
My insecurity reaches new levels
That not even my enemies can climb above.
Green-eyed frustration festers
Underneath all these truths,
Little can soothe.
I’m sorry.
1 comment:
You're blog looks awesome! And I'm sorry Jenna, hang in there. Let your green eyes show. Don't let them drag you down. It's not worth it
Post a Comment