So, most of my works become poems appearently so I'm gonna post my writing club things in here. Hope none of you mind if they don't make sense. I am a teenage girl after all.
What do I drag behind me?
My mistakes.
Happy Times.
Lost hopes.
Wants for something new.
Wants for something better.
Bad dreams.
Memories.
Fears that in the dark emptiness consume me.
Good times.
Bad times.
Past relationships.
Past lies.
Old jokes.
Thoughts.
Anger at my current state of life.
Anger at friends.
Confusion on choices I know must be made.
Hope at the idea of something changing when I know that it will not.
The idea of innocence.
Peace and love from all.
So, poetry or no? Like or no? Total fail? My English teach said it sounded like a poem when said out loud so I posted it here.