My paranoia speaks to me,
My paranoia foreshadows great tragedy.
My anxiety makes my stomach twist and turn,
My anxiety makes my stomach ache and churn.
I spoke my mind,
Yet you called me crazy and stayed blind,
But of course I was right the whole time.
You underestimated me,
You ignored the signs my body gave,
And now you flee.
I was right,
Always right,
I was right,
Even after all those fights,
I was right,
I was always right.
And now you take flight,
Rather than taking the bite.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
