Murder is wrong
I tell myself.
I must remain strong
If I want to belong.
Pretend to get along,
Sing them a song,
Remain calm,
Even if it feels wrong.
It doesn't feel right
To be polite.
My tongue I must bite
As I constantly fight,
Despite
This growing plight.
I must sit tight,
Even if I'm not alright.
No matter how I feel,
I must conceal
My weapon of steel,
Even if
it's not ideal.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a few poems I wrote. I few are on my Tumblr but not all of them. Feedback is always appreciated. I've been told this is kinda intense(?) so read at your own risk ig Theme is basically murder and sex. Like that's really it. Nothing too extreme l...
