Reflection
To live with this thing inside of me
Wishin it would just leave
But I can’t breathe
Without it beat-ing
But maybe that’s a good thing
Cause life is never something I’ll be missing
Reflecting
On all that’s happening
It’s so depressing
The fact that I’m perfecting
On pretending
That everything
Is progressing
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brookesteen13
Hello! I'm a beginner poet trying to improve. I would love some constructive criticism so that I can develop some skills. I tend to write what I feel
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