Crates
Are all over my body.
They make me who I am.
Crates
That have many stories
That bring my story to life.
Crates
That are deep
Like a battle field with blown mines.
Crates
That indent me as a person
And create who I am.
Crates
That are in this skin
That I walk in everyday.
Crates
That make me insecure
To show a little skin.
Crates
Are just another word
For scars, but you over thought it.
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
