It's like there's something inside
That's not quite me
but still more me than me.
It's all the things I hate
and it's under my skin,
Burning in my blood like poison
And it won't go away.
It gets bigger by the day
Picking up on the little things
And turning them into ammo.
It's engulfed me like a tidal wave
And I'm drowning.
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Use Your Words
PoetryThis is a poem about the words right here in this book. Watch me laugh and smile then take a look Into the deepest corners of my mind. Please don't fear for what you might find. Don't cower from the truth. This is my revolution. I refuse to be silen...
