Nothing is more strange than yourself
You have to act like you know yourself
better than anyone
But now your picking your nails
Tearing off your scabs
And pulling out your hair
You have to act like you know yourself
But in reality you can't
The next thing you know
You aren't eating
You don't look at your body the same way now
And now your crying on the floor
Ripping your hair out
Scratching your skin till it bleeds
And rip all your nails off
MAking you bleed from all of your fingers
Nothing is more strange then yourself
And you are nothing but strange
I am alone
Deep within my thoughts
My mind races in a circle
Unknow of what's to come
My body don't feel right
It's like it not my own
My body is strange
Am I the only one
YOU ARE READING
The poet of thorns
PoetryThis is my poetry book full of poems that I wrote out of anger, sadness, etc. I hope you all like it
