11716A Poem by Erica Ross
Today..
I don't feel like dealing with anyone but myself. Today, I can barely deal with
myself. People will look to you for happiness, but where art thou when it's time to reciprocate?
Nowhere to be found, and I'm left as a happy mess. I give my all just to see others smile, but maybe thoughtfulness isn't common sense, and maybe hoping for it is just a pointless risk. I've gone mute. Nothing but utters and mutters. Tears form in my eyes, and pour like rain into the gutters. © 2019 Erica RossReviews
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