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Emotional strain 

Causing a physical pain 

Life is but a drain
 Jun 2013 Hannah Bassett
Joe
The was a young boy
Who was terribly fat
He ate all he could find
Including the cat

That horrific act
Heralded by a wail
From the greedy boy's mouth
Protruded a tail

Oh no poor *****
How awfully sad
'Listen here my boy
You're making me mad'

But as the boy's father
Shouted and spat
A space was appearing
Right next to the cat

The lads mouth was wet
His belly a-rumble
Now was the time
For dead daddy crumble
i am strong in my faith,
i am strong in my personality.
i am strong in my body,
i am weak in my views,
persuade me easily.  
i am weak in my head,
use me easily.
i am alive in my spirit,
i am alive in the summer.
i am alive and breath air,
i am dead to the world,
no one knows me inside and out.
i am dead in the winter,
the cold shuts me in, leaves the cold out.
i am this and i could be that.
i am sleepy at night, and awake in the mornings.
i love the music when i'm happy,
i hear the words when i'm sad.
i want to live,
but i live with ghosts.
i want to grow,
but i grew my height in 6th grade.
i am a worshiper,
i am a curser.
i do what i want,
and usually dont think first.
but, you still don't know
who i am.

— The End —