I can feel hurt, and I can feel pain:
Yet I Am Trouble.
Treated like dirt, tainted with Jezebel’s stain:
It seems that I Am Trouble.
Alone in the midst of my inevitable abyss, I shy away from the blame:
Yet I Am Trouble.
A moth billowing, drawn to the chaos – my face seared by my shame…
I try to deny.
But I Am Trouble.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
I can feel hurt, and I can feel pain:
Yet I Am Trouble.
Treated like dirt, tainted with Jezebel’s stain:
It seems that I Am Trouble.
Alone in the midst of my inevitable abyss, I shy away from the blame:
Yet I Am Trouble.
A moth billowing, drawn to the chaos – my face seared by my shame…
I try to deny.
But I Am Trouble.
