I'm a mess,
not only on the outside but the inside.
My organs like to twist up inside me forming a tangled mess like jewellery that you haven't found a place for.
Meaning I can't speak, I just shake.
My leg shakes, I crumple up paper, digging my nails into my skin creating red, rashing cuts.
My neck tenting as I breath in and out.
In and out
In and out
In and out
Thats all you think.
In and out
In and out
In and out
In and out
In and out
In and out
In and out
In and out, until you go crazy.
Until your mind falls, dead in its tracks.
Useless
Meaningless
And harmful.
YOU ARE READING
Slam Poetry
PoetryHi. I'm Sam. Recently I have been really into Slam Poetry, so I thought I could give it a try. So here is Slam Poetry from a non-binary, gay, hormonal teen. Hope you enjoy.
