You contort me
Into a shape I don't want to be
You build me up
To more than I can be
You know it's hard to use my eyes
When my brain is strained by lights
You cant do this to me
I make it sound
Like a thing of beauty
But you expect too much from me
And my best friend
Can understand me
More than
People who I know
Better than
The back of my hand
YOU ARE READING
Litany by Nailinthewall
PoetryA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
