nothing more than just a stranger,
all you put me in was danger,
throughly filled me up with anger,
even though i've supported your covered clothings like a hanger.
i can't imagine your features anymore,
can't fathom your disgust which penetrates me to the core.
get me lying on the floor,
wanting to walk right past the door.
YOU ARE READING
Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
