Prick a finger
Break a nail
But still no one will tell
Guess what your an outcast
But now one knew you in the past
Even though you were in the class
They only see you as a reflection of broken glass
Prick a finger
Break a nail
Life is always going to move as slow as a snail
YOU ARE READING
Lives and knives
PoetryThrough pain and love there still is things we all go through , all we do is forgive and forget the thing s others go through.
