Aug 2016
My own words are used against me.
Staked up face front looking at me,
Backing me up into corners.
The cold wall enveloping my fragile mind and body into a hug.
Strangling me,
Constricting me of air,
As a poet my own words are against me.
Who the **** is with me.
Staked up face front looking at me,
Backing me up into corners.
The cold wall enveloping my fragile mind and body into a hug.
Strangling me,
Constricting me of air,
As a poet my own words are against me.
Who the **** is with me.
I seem to be saying the wrong things I seem to be messing things up. I'm sad
