I know their are a thousand poems like this, ones that are wayyyy better, but... here's mine. -Kayla
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words just wash away.
Well truth betold they go into your bones and that's just where they stay.
Their absorbed through your skin, and before you begin
on the very next day.
Their in your brain, driving you insane and theirs nothing you can do or say.
They run around in your head and they fill you with dread and you don't know what to do.
So keep with the verbs and your "harmless" ass words soon enough ill be dead too.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
