Question

I wrote this yesterday smh:

I wish for peace
I wish for quiet
I wish for relaxation
I never get it
Why do people say I do nothing
Yet I'm doing something
When will they understand
What it's like
To be me?

Why am I called things
But I can't say things back
It's tedious to be in a house
Where you're the only one
Of your gender
I'm not saying they're lazy
I've never had a mother figure
For longer than a few years
I'm fine though
Always have been. C:

Answer 1

DAS SOME GOWD STOFF RIGHT DER

Answer 2

OMGGG I'm so sorry about this but this poem is SO GOODD

Answer 3

ty guys