I'm sorry this sounds cliche,
But it's what I have to say.
I'm tired of all the noise,
Of all the screams of the boys
So I'll just block it out,
And try not to pout.
I can't make the smallest mistake,
Without all the pain it takes.
But its torturing me,
Why can't you see?
So I'll just sit down,
And make you the clown.
Why haven't you changed?
Why have you arranged,
My demise?
Why take it out on the skies?
So I'll just keep on walking,
Like I've never heard you talking.
Sure I'm quiet now,
But wait til I wear the crown!
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry
PoetryPoetry for my randomest/saddest moments... ;-; help me I'm turning into one of THEM! Please note that some of these are written before the author's rage has been chilled
