Each poem is a part of me
So disgusting, I hate it
I detest all my drawings
And loath my creations
My inabilities, my faults, my claims
The burbling guts to my name
All things, every thing
Connected to me
Needs to be chained to a ball
And drowned in the sea
A sea of red maybe
To bury it's name
As I write it on my arm
And cut it out to remove its stain
Remove the parts of me I'm scared of and fear
Remove the parts that I once held dear
Throw em', burn em', it don't matter what I do
For each old scar; I'll find something new.