Fin - Poem by Delilah Miller
To explain the last line, fin is french for end.
I want out.
Feeling sad all the time.
Struggling to seem fine.
Praying so hard for a sign.
Desperation taking over my mind.
I want out of it, away from you.
I can't handle the exceptions and the doubts.
But I'll stay in.
There's wind and cold out there.
And the world gets more and more unfair.
I am in till the very bitter fin.
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