I am sick to my stomach.
I hate all the pain.
I hate all the tears
that have shed and stained.
I am sick of feeling
that I am not good enough
even though I know and understand
that life is supposed to be rough.
Author notes
Not my best work, but I needed to expressed how I felt.
What do you think?
Comments
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Hey Hg, we miss you. don't know where you've gone but know we're out here. S1L4 that have shed and have stained flows better, and then S2L2&3 Though I know and admit it's supposed to be rough. I would probably add another stanza too. We miss you. Keep on writing. -CC (AKA Nomadic Prince)

