I can hear
But I can’t see
I know
But I can't tell
You waste your time being angry
It’s your own fault
Just listen to what I have to say
Your a toxic disease
I’ve already contracted you once
If I get you again
I’ll die
The antibiotics trying to protect me
But to no avail
You keep pounding and burning
Scolding and fabricating
Fabrication
Ill persuasion
distortion
No more of this
You have no more power over me
Well now neither do I
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
