This part you play in the room
Nobody buys it
They all see right through you
Forever being lowered, waiting for them to love you,
they're not going to
Cause all you are is on your back.
You're not smart,
You're stupid.
You're not beautiful,
You're ugly.
Walking, talking, hoping, waiting,
to be where you belong
on your back.
So give it away, kill it, smear it
Then try to pull it out of the dirt
desperate because you know
that all you have,
and all that you are
is on your back.
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Flock Of Amazing Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of my favorite poems, which I have collected so far. It has the biggies like Walt Whitman or Byron, but it also has some of lesser known poets who write just jaw-dropping poetry.
