I don't know what he looks like.
If I had to guess
He'd be a scribble on a page,
Angry and disorderly.
Maybe some eyes,
But most definitely a mouth.
A mouth that doesn't stop,
He knows your biggest secrets,
And darkest fears,
he'll rub that in.
He has strict rules.
No large crowds,
No loud noise,
And definitely NO getting help.
That's just attention seeking
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Trauma Builds Character
PoetryTW: SENSITIVE TOPICS, ABUSE, SH,LOW MOOD ECT. I use poetry as a way to cope when things get tough in my head, when the thoughts get too loud and the memories don't seem to fade. I've never been able to fully express how I feel through words, but poe...
