Groundhog Day
I feel like it's a consistent cycle that keeps repeating over and over
Consistent disappointments from my mother
You somehow make your little girl who's not such a little girl feel like a little girl again
Consistent disappointments from my friends
How come you forget I exist until today, my birthday?
Consistent disappointments from my lovers
How come you forget I exist until there are tears from my eyes?
Consistent disappointments from my school
Why am I not listened to? I didn't choose to be this way
What can I do to break the repeat?
What can I do to break the loop?
I feel like smoking is my only way to get away from everything.
Copyright © Isabella Smith | Year Posted 2023
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