Sunday
Don't tell me what to do; I can do it. I've never
needed you or anyone. Sound familiar?
Yeah, too familiar. Tell me what I need
to do; I'm so confused. Sound
familiar? Yeah, but
how'd you know?
Fear is hard
to hide.
YOU ARE READING
Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
