frustrated: A Poem

birdiefudge Poetry, Uncategorized March 3, 2021February 7, 2021 1 Minute

 you pick at people like they’re scabs
 then wonder why
 their words sting you

Published by birdiefudge

My name is Birdie, and I eat no for breakfast. View all posts by birdiefudge

Published March 3, 2021February 7, 2021

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