waste of rainA Poem by Kelsey Rogerstold from the point of view of someone who had to change to be accepted
I thought you wanted rain so
I manifested myself into the conceited, indulgent person I am today. I left clues. I gave you treasure maps within me but you turned around the moment you saw demons standing on top of the walls. I thought you wanted mystery and a chase so I gave myself all of the essence that I was "different" When in reality I was as unoriginal as the sick, deranged thoughts that cross your head. And then I realize that there's a dark interior behind the reason that you even gave a damn about me in the first place. I thought you wanted someone who was put together so I stole money for a stupid jacket that you never even noticed. I thought you wanted a hurricane but it turns out that you didn't even want a rainstorm at all
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1 Review Added on June 23, 2015 Last Updated on June 23, 2015 AuthorKelsey RogersPAAboutjumbled up mind. a collection of scribbles on my calculus notebook and sticky notes. hoping that soon i get to find my great perhaps. more..Writing
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