I'm totally confused about why I can't cry.
It could be the way my mind has been f8cked with.
It's fatty tissue scarred shutting down certain receptors.
Even my very own mother had a way of twisting even the simplest truth to her
benefit excluding me from the equation.
My feelings are not mixed their only paranoid.
Who is going to get me next?
Who will kill my curious cat like conscious.
A contest entry
- RANT!!! by written-in-ink.
1100 points, ended September 7, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What is something when its nothing but still something as if it were nothing? Everything!
Comments
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*offers you my jar of tears* I collect mine...


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sad
and im sorry
but this was emotion packed and i like that
a lot
thank you very much for entering and good luck


