Quit making things up to tell me liar!
I'm sick of the lies and your altered words.
You tell me one thing, then say another
When we talk again. Your words are cords
That keep tangling when you try to move.
I stopped feeling to escape your traps
Of psychology the size of a cove!
Those gigantic traps don't have any caps
To the emotions that they hold inside.
Nearly no one cares what happens to me.
Those that really care, that I meet outside
Of my hyper brain, know to race me be
Alone with my thoughts when I ignore Life
To ponder choices and avoid the strife.
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Writings of Expression
PoetryJust some poems I wrote. Have a great day, rest of your week, and life!
