Instapoems - Jeyda Grace

they made it easy for me

to self-indulge in a love

that was so fake

the people who are supposed to care

yet don’t, are so good at looking like

art

if my bedroom walls

were made from glass

you would see that your words

have power to cause pain

You would beg for the walls to

be built by bricks

so you could turn your guilt into

arrogance and your shame into

pride

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