I'm morbid? How?
I wouldn't hurt a fly,
Yes I'm a bit evil,
But I have morals to live by.
I'm ugly? How?
My face is flawless,
You're just in denial,
Because you know you're worthless.
I'm rude? How?
You're filled with sin,
You need a taste,
Of your own medicine.
I'm cold? How?
You're just like me,
Destroying others,
With a blackmailing key.
I'm disturbing? How?
Body parts are natural,
You just think talking,
About them is abnormal.
I'm a slut? Excuse me?
That's the last straw,
You walk through the school,
With only a bra.
I'm a whore? WTF?
You sell your body out,
Which makes all the jocks come to you,
Like you're water in a drought.
I'm invisible? How?
You're talking to me,
And after a fight,
You'll see that I'm the queen bee.
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Thoughtful Rhymes
PoetryThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
