They told me to open up,
to let it all out,
But they didn't like it when I opened up,
they meant open my mouth;
I opened my mind
and that's what was wrong,
Because more than my mind opened -
thoughts and skin, do not belong.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
