Angsty Teens
I would write in a diary.
And leave it open on the counter, for attention.
All that would happen, is coffee spilling all over it.
Destroying my thoughts and fears that I had wasted time writing down.
And my mom yelling about how I’m always making a mess, and I’m such a mess…
I learned not to spend too much on diaries.
As they would always end up in the trash anyway.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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