TrappedI am bored in my room, Feeling nothing but gloom. Spinning round in my chair, Twisting and twirling my hair.Trapped
I decide to take a peep across the street, I see a man looking down at his feet. He kicks at a pebble, He shouts like a rebel! I try to flee, I try to escape! Looking outside was a great mistake.
I close my blinds, Ive untangled these vines. Now I take my bloodshot eyes, And I aim them toward the skies!
But there blocked by the roof. I want nothing more, than to go, poof. I write down this veryh poem, Perhaps this,
News Flash, GuysHere’s a news flash, guys: when a girl says that she’s okay with being ‘just friends’, there is at least an 85% chance that she is lyinglyinglying to you. She is not okay with it. In fact, she is so far away from ‘okay’ that she is freezing her ass off in the North Pole while ‘okay’ gets to swim around in the tropics. She is absolutely, positively, most definitely not ‘okay’ with this situation.News Flash, Guys
She’ll tell you she is, of course, to avoid hurting you. Because that’s the last thing in the whole entire world that she wants, simply because you, yourself, are the very first
