“When” anger runs through me like a wildfire.
I have these Twisted thoughts come into my mind making me wonder if I'm rotten to the Core.
“Because” suddenly I'm not the nice girl from next door.
I'm a monster in a cage and that cage is called my skin and I'm itching to get out and to play with your mind as Revenge. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
“When” anger runs through me like a wildfire.
I have these Twisted thoughts come into my mind making me wonder if I'm rotten to the Core.
“Because” suddenly I'm not the nice girl from next door.
I'm a monster in a cage and that cage is called my skin and I'm itching to get out and to play with your mind as Revenge. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale