Oh wait.
I forgot to tell you
I hate you.
Mom.
Why do you pride yourself with that title
Ooh, I really hate you
So let's make a deal
If I kill you
It won't be my fault.
Be you killed the girl I once was
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
