Always misunderstood
Never quite gotten
Everyone thought I was spoiled
And just rotten
It's not my fault
Daddy raised me with pride
In order to keep a secret
I was willing to hide
I would never be excepted
If they knew what I was
So I put on this pretty gown
And this very fake grin
While daddy preaches the heavens
Hoping I won't kill again
YOU ARE READING
Words of 1000 lost children
PoesiaThis is a book of poems written by @_alyyboo and I and they are based on the lives of characters we've created in our minds. Some of which are based off of people we know in real life and their somewhat tragic tales. The number 1000 is not an exagge...
