Cut,cut,cut,
Make sure the door's shut,
Don't let them see,
What you've turned out to be,
She turned you into a monster,
A hideous one too,
Don't let them see that your bloods just blue,
It splats into the bath tub,
When it's in your clothes you try and scrub,
So no-one will see,
What you've turned out to be.
YOU ARE READING
Secrets
PoetryThis is like a little storybook of poems. Each telling it's own little tale. Turn the page - if you dare...
