What if all i am inside
Is a twisted confused mind
And all these words i try to rhyme
Is just an attempt to bide time
I waste enough of that as it is
And i get angry so i want to throw fists
But i just throw words at walls to see if they stick
And when they dont i just throw fits
I hate how my words are so secular
I just want to be heard
So i started using nouns instead of verbs
I turned my actions into words
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
