shivalihp

Most likely to

Trip 

While sitting down

Most likely to

Speak

Without making a sound

Most likely to 

Laugh

So nobody cries

I'm so mad I can hardly write poetry anymore, 

every word rushes out and tumbles down, 

knocking the inside of my skull, 

a dull roar that follows me to school and home again. 

i have everything i ever wanted, 

the iphone, the apps, the friends, the clothes 

but, 

im still not who i wanted to be

im sorry, how can i be better?

do i work harder?