She was lonely for a while
No friends to be found
Her emotions was in a pile
A big pile of sound
Sounds that would scream
Loud inside her head
Like a strong laser beam
And she would go to bed
Go to bed crying
And the sounds were hurting her head
Because they were horrifying
She wished the sounds would stop
Because she had had enough
She climbed to the rooftop
She never asked for this stuff
She sat there for a while
Breathing in the cold midnight air
With all her emotions in a pile
YOU ARE READING
Strange World
Conto[ a - c o l l e c t i o n - o f - p o e t r y - a n d - s h o r t - s t o r i e s ] I hope you like my tiny little stories and poetry. Some of them are new, and some of them are old. Most of the things I write is made up. Some of it is f...
