Come one and all to see the
Apathy,
With the knifeblade and silk
Across the street,
With the old lady who sold
All the gossip
She heard across the world
A shame for the people who don't know
Well I quite like her, you know that
She gives me cookies
In the backseat of her car
And meets me in the backseat of the House
Sometimes she disappears,
Sometimes she comes,
She comforts me,
"Now, now, you need to calm down
What good's this energy?"
Contrast to him
I thought you knew a bit about me,
You didn't know
I'm
Schizophrenic?
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
