diet of worms (harlequin__girl) wrote,
diet of worms

holding close my secrets,
naked broken pieces from the madness in what you do,
the fingers point right back at you.
what about my problems?
the people try to solve them.
i guess i’m under the weather..
since no one else belongs here, with me.

hello mother,
some news for you;
i’m really not that crazy.

hello father,
i'm curious?
why you think there's something wrong with me?

sunday i cried all night..
& it hurt so bad.
but if you try to understand--

this is who i am.

colour coated sweetness.
swords beneath my clean dress.
i'm making sense of shattered dreams;

because i want you to be proud of me.
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