I am in a cage,
A cage made of glass windows,
I can see all the beauty,
And all of the turmoil of the world outside,
But i remain unscathed in my cage,
Time is an angry man,
A man with a baseball bat and a mission,
Cracking at my cage from underneath,
Until I fall through,
Unprotected,
Cut up by the shards of glass around me.
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Chemistry and Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
