they dare try to destroy me they dare try their selfish ways for blacker days hurt me even more and look down upon me your friends have criminal records, but i say nothing about them, do I?? i look no harder than i have before i am not as angry as i was before i need no medication (fuck prozac) and fuck you then if you think i do i ask not to be included in your little scheme i wasn't there, it wasn't me give up this little game and sing my praises i don't scream anymore sometimes i need to sometimes i want to give me a forty-ounce and maybe i'll calm down, they reason fuck a worldwide strike against me no more drama, mama send me home in a Pine Box while the M*A*S*H reruns play the world will never give up its link to schlock.Birth sign: Aries
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