Speaking of what,

I cannot fully, authentically preach.

Surrounded by what does not listen,

When I ask gaiety to let me be.

Far, away from

What turned my head storm, frail,

But it’s inescapable,

Looting my brain until I’ll wail,

Maybe because there still some things,

Pestering me, annoying me.

It’ll get better,

Life will flourish from the trees,

But oaks will always be slaughtered,

Cut down during the breeze.

So I suppose I wait,

Waiting, waiting for my mind’s grace.

Wait for it to be fully gone,

The lifted weight.

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Another vent, adding onto the old one. Again, said in both poems, I do not need to talk to anyone nor do I need any words to try and cheer me up

Also, my 200th writing, yay!! The wattpad collection will be out soon, I’ll let you know when if you’re interested!! If you are lmk 🎉🥳🎈