It's the little things that get to me,

A text I can't figure out,

A person I just can't sort out.

It's the little things that make me want to scream,

Are they mad at me, are they not?

My stomach feels tied in a knot.

I'm broken,

I'm lonely,

I'm afraid,

Because the little things get to me.

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I know this poem isn't the greatest but yeah, hope you liked it <3