Blissful ignorance everywhere,
the scars from fights just wear and tear,
forgetting people's names and faces,
all that matters is remembering A.C.E.S.,
information shoved down our throat,
but ours heads so empty that they float,
populars looking in my direction,
try not to give them the satisfaction,
it's a nightmare but I'm quite awake,
though I'm rocking back and forth like an earthquake.
YOU ARE READING
speed bump
PoetryI write my poems when I'm bored, Because I can't say what I feel without being forward, I read all night, And sleep all day, Just to keep you all away, I'm sick and tired, Of being w...
