Every day at school,
When it gets to be too much,
I ink my hands with depictions.
The sun, the moon, and stars are my favorite
As well as zig-zag lines
And beautiful words
Spouted from a poet's silver tongue.
But you don't understand, now do you.
You think I do it to annoy you.
Well, sorry to say,
As much as I despise you,
It helps.
Because without these little stress relievers,
I would be in an even deeper,
Darker place
Then I am now.
YOU ARE READING
My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
