Lock her up
Throw away the key
No longer can she function
Around society
Place her inside
That plush room
Give her crayons and paper
So she can illustrate her doom
Not one clock
On the inside
Only a window
Natural light
In which she can confide
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Miscellaneous
PoetryThe title may seem weird but it is very fitting. Sometimes you just have a lot going on in your head . Not everything fits specifically in one place... especially when your having a rough time. So this is a bunch of poems sorting out those thoughts...
