Don't like what I see
Don't like what I feel
At night time I heal
With a pen I peel
At the bumps on my spine
Avoid knives sharpened fine
Vulnerable state porcupine
No I'm a crocodile
But I don't feel human
Nah I'm just a logophile.
Sixteen with no identity
Sixteen and fearing verity
So many uncrossed t's
Just calling it injustice
Each night it just is
Too hard to as pities
Flood my aching brain
Oh the baking pain
Now the shaking feign
Is all I can disdain
As I avoid the truth cane
And scribble distractions
To ease the reactions
From self-abuse -
Devil's amused.
