The way the clock spins round and round;
The way my feet slip on the ground;
The shape of the markings on the wall;
The way that all the girls will scrawl;
The way the minutes tick by;
The way that my mouth lies;
The way the guards stand straight;
The time that I must wait;
The straps on top of the chair;
The way that I claw at my hair;
The way that the others think;
The way that we seem to shrink;
The way that the boys chant;
The way that I just can't;
The things wrong with my brain;
The way that I am Insane
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If Wishes Could Fly
Short StoryA collection of short stories and poems for when I'm feeling inspired to write or have intense writer's block.
