Trapped and caged like a dog, due to the fact they think my mind is gone.
"I'm not crazy" was what I said, but it was like that time I tried talking to my pen...
I mean sure I might have killed my mothers' friend, but she asked me to do it i was merely helping the friend of a friend.
So now here I am telling you the truth, that I'm not crazy and that's my proof.
YOU ARE READING
Interlude
PoetryA book of poems and random thoughts a book of turmoil and how I'm lost without a cause read this this I think you'll enjoy it, but please do remember I'm not a real poet
