The Knives You Stab Me With
By Kira Jones
Everything was supposed to be fine,
It was supposed to be a new year.
But things blew up like a mine,
Furthermore I ran like a deer.
But in the chase you passed boundary lines.
And while at cheer,
You single me out like a sacrificial lamb
Like I am not your peer,
I am not apart of your program!
You can do this no more!
I set myself free!
And say goodbye at your door.
You can never hurt me,
With the knives you used before.
