My diary is ripped to shreds,
my window is shattered to pieces.
My bed is quite a mess,
and my room full of creases.
When you see me around,
I'll be beaten like some cattle,
so don't you expect me,
to even crack a smile.
YOU ARE READING
The Random Book of Poems | ✓
PoetryJust a book filled with random poems I wrote that are not in order but reflects on my feelings and society, as well as the things around us. --- unedited and unchanged poetry, c. 2014-16 completed, 2016
