As my witch,
Brews her poison,
She laughs,
Manically.
She adds 3 scoops of irritancy,
And 2 of anger,
1 and a half handfuls of disgust,
With a cup full of happiness.
Then she mixes and mixes,
And mixes again,
Before she adds some more...
5 scoops of jealousy,
With 1 of another person,
4 handfuls of sadness,
And an image of someone better than me.
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Personification
Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
