"Switching Sides"
Why am I the one falling apart,
When you're here the atmosphere tastes tart,
Foolish I am,
Endless ridicule from you, damn,
My anatomy is ghostlike,
Purposely on a hunger strike,
To stop being force fed with misery,
Turn invisible to avoid this trickery,
Tied around your finger,
You're always quick on the trigger,
All the solutions that I construe,
Fail miserably in front of you,
Let's go and play those games you like,
The potential of you not tearing my world apart is unlike,
Run away and I'll chase you to and fro,
But there's nowhere to go,
The impossible occured,
My suffering endured,
I finally begin to depart,
Until he screams, "why am I the one falling apart?"
Now he's the one who's become razed,
Maybe I've become crazed,
But I can't help worry,
I'm sorry.
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Sadness Hotel | Uncompleted
PoetryEnjoy your stay! note: not all these entries are about myself, some are written in the perspective of someone else.
