It's funny how easily people hurt.
How bruised they get over three simple words,
And how much power they give those words.
They give them ultimate control of their world;
Their head and their heart,
Their body and their mind.
All controlled by three short words,
And lack thereof.
No matter how many times it gets broken,
We continue to give our hearts away,
All based on eight letters.
YOU ARE READING
Terms of Normality
PoetryI'm just a 14-year-old nobody saying it like it is. Well...how it is for a 14-year-old nobody.
