Writing

Spring is coming. I graduated in the spring. then the winter came with its fangs bared and spread like fingers. I stare at it still and..

Of big inflated egos and self-declared competition... Scrawled On: Friday, 26th April 2013

This is me ranting about a girl that always makes me feel feeble and inferior

2017.11.01

A poem about feeling like you don't belong

A feeling that you can never quite shake.

Tags inferiority