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July - December 2004 Psycho?
You've got no idea of the tricks this mind can play.
The games that I can involve you in,
The lies I cn entwine you in.
The billowing tar I continue to breathe,
The yellow, green pus that continues to seethe,
Filling me with hatred,
Emotions so strong.
You have no idea.
You're so fucking wrong.
The tortured soul of an abused child,
The singled out girl in gym class going wild,
The isolated yet most sexy dancer on the floor,
Intrigues you right to your very sick core...
Do I?
i like this poem and can relate