Jan 2017
you're like a germ,
twisting my insides
into outsides, ruining
this facade of happiness
you're like a thorn,
in my side, painful and
ever present, constant
prickles and discomfort
twisting my insides
into outsides, ruining
this facade of happiness
you're like a thorn,
in my side, painful and
ever present, constant
prickles and discomfort
