She was scribbling in her room
waiting for her doom
she was scrolling through the hatred
wanting to crawl back into her blanket
she passed the time staring at the ceiling
only to lose all her happy feelings
she lays still
knowing the drill
time for her to get out
before she loses herself for clout
she was too late
to jump on the hate
Now she looks back at the past
glad that it did not last
she would have lost her grin
if she let those thoughts win.
World of Jeana 