Iβm a tornado in a bottle but you Grasp my glass cage and you πππππ πππππ πππππ You take me by the (bottle) neck and you Toss me flying in the air and catch Me again, flirting with death like life Is a game, and Iβm telling youβ Iβm telling youβ ππππ ππ, ππππ ππ, ππππππβ
shattered glass bloodstains no tears but shock freezing the lines on your face pick up the pieces no donβt let it cut your fingers. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry.
Edited from a 2019 poem. Wow, middle school was crazy