I'm not skinny, I'm not pretty

...

Missing those good old days

I will continue to add poems here, gradually.

You only see what's on the surface. My happy, and lovable side. It's the bright side of me. But what about the other side? That side... no one has seen. That side, you should be afraid of. That side only comes out on only at my edge of sanity. Sanity... that side doesn't have any of it. This side... this side is, My Dark Side...

"Mary had a little lamb, It's soul as black as coal..."