They say I'm mean
They say that I'm being an ass
But have they ever asked me why?
I'm sarcastic
I can't help it
It's my souls defense
It hides the real me
The me that's insecure
The me that's too nice
I can't help that
That every word that leaves my lips is a smart ass remark
I can't help it
Sarcasm is my language
Its my venom
It's my poison
It's my protection
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
