I'm not in the mood hating this weird attitude as if I'm supposed to feel broken and bruised but instead I feel like my pen and ink has been overused everything I have tried to write has already been written as if I avoiding the words but they have already hit and I can't breathe I don't want to see the road that has been put in front of me like someone is trying to make me who I don't want to be and I can't think because everything is jumbled from when an earthquake came in and shook my brain trying to make me go insane thinking maybe these poems could bring alittle fame but they won't no matter how many I have already wrote this isn't fate all of these dishes don't match this plate and I have confessed I am no where near the best just let me give in
Free write 11-24-19
©katherine
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