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