why do people hurt me?
is it because i am me?
is it because they can?
is it because i am?
is it because they think they can play with my life?
my sanity?
my freedom?
my conscience?
my feelings?
or is it because i let them?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Randomon the rare occasion when i feel deeply, i write those feelings down... sometimes they rhyme, sometimes they don't. but the chapters with song lyrics are always indicated.
