i think it's okay

i think it's okay

i think it's okay
to be mildly upset
that things aren’t
going my way.

i think it’s okay
to let my feelings
burst from my chest
with every word
that i say.

i think it’s okay
to wish that professors
didn’t schedule things
for the very next day.

i think it’s okay
to be frustrated
that i have to pick
school over play.

and i think it’s okay
to let myself frown
than to feign a smile
halfway.

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silented1
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momonster
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Ahh I love this so much! It is so well written!!

Hello. ForeverYoung299 here for a review.

I really liked this poem. I loved how you arranged the poem and also the rhythm of the poem.

Things always don't go as we expect thus making us sad. It's better to be upset than to bear a fake smile on our face.

We should express our feelings by our words to feel light within ourselves rather than finishing us internally.

Really, the professors...before finishing the present day lecture plans for the next day. This is not good at all.

Ha, I completely agree with you for the fourth stanza.

Overall, a very good poem. Keep writing!!!

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MapleWay
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Hey there! I think it's okay if I review this.

Jokes aside this was a very beautiful poem. I liked how you made it diagonal as well. But my favorite part of the poem was most certainly the tone. It felt like a conversation. I felt as if you are asking the reader instead of telling them. In a way, it almost seems considerate.

Anyways great poem! Can't wait to see the next!

Edit: Congrats on the literary spotlight!

- MapleWay

Thank you for your review! I'm glad you enjoyed it and that you made that beautiful pun. I also really love how you saw it like a conversation. My poem was lowkey inspired by me wishing I could tell me dad that first stanza, so I'm happy I was able to carry that energy throughout the following ones.



Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.
— Noam Chomsky