Even if you tell me not to touch
You know I'll still do it,
Which makes me bad
Why not you?
If you told me not to touch the stove
You expect me not to do it
But you know I'll do
Yet you still think I'm bad.
Is that why when you said
Don't swing knives, and I did
You cry, repeating "it's not your fault"
But when I ask about daddy, you don't answer.
YOU ARE READING
Where Nightmares Come From
PoesíaThis intriguing book features many original poems by me Smooth yet, horrific It's really quite a story to read. So come, please come I won't bite, But I don't talk for my stories for they may give you a fright.
