Poems from stormcloud
I’m so sorry that I can’t be
Everything that you want from me
I’m sorry that I’m left trying to say
No, in the very kindest way
I get so...
The world screams that I am not good enough
That my body, my voice, my personality, my creativity,
Are unacceptably flawed
That I do not...
It’s late, and I’m coming down with a cold,
Or something of the sort.
I should be sleeping,
But I’m not ready
And yet, I don’t want to be...
I try to speak
And my words
Are trampled down before they’ve left my mouth.
I try to speak
But it’s like
The most important words are the...