My mind made my body a special little necklace
A loop with a knot, a noose I perfected
All the others loved to play with my rope
Tugging and laughing spitting painful words and jokes
They left black and blue bruises all round my neck
And they did it everyday calling me things like "faggot"
With every harsh word the rope got tighter
Until my mind decided it wanted to take over
It put me on a chair and I smiled and watched
As my mind kicked that chair over
And my noose had won
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Poetry Collection
PoetryThese poems are things I write to keep myself from breaking down The words might not mean much to you But to me they mean everything
