We've lived it our whole lives,
just a pin and needle,
on the patchwork of insanity that is our brains.
its no use fighting it,
believe me we've tried,
and it never works out.
we try to get away,
but insanity drags us back,
to the deepest depths of hell.
why do some of us bother?
some were never sane to begin with.
even as kids,
some painted,
others baked,
but I?
I plotted your revenge.
so much contempt,
in such a small girl,
but it was there,
and now you're next.
Hehehehehehe.......
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Opinionated(complete)
Poetryit's just as it sounds...a collection of some of the poems I've written containing my views on certain things in the world....feel free to leave a comment, ok?
