Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2014
All I want to care about is our swollen lips,
But I can barely fit into my own skin.
I can try my hardest my show you me,
I can try my hardest to let you in,
I’ve had problems with that; I hate my skin.
Written by
Ian Tishler
398
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems