you sit up there
with your tall superiority and high words
frowning at the likes of me
with my stubborn eyes and low lids
who are you to claim to know who i am?
i tremble with anger and i shake from your greyish hair and loose lips and that kind of mindless heart who claims to know who i am.
YOU ARE READING
Me, Raw.
ПоэзияMY thoughts MY hurt MY pain MY love My my my Me, Raw. * Poems I wrote by myself, for myself, and to myself.
