ME

My poems are how you can tell

If I’m happy, ok or just in a living hell

Some might be confusing

May show me abusing

Myself in terrible ways

Those are the horrific days

When I write funny stuff

It isn’t a bluff

I truly love being joyful 

But for some reason, I love being hurtful

Towards my body and mind

On my thigh is where you’ll find

The knife rape

My very own escape

See my smile

I want to be around awhile 

It’s all just ups and downs

Grins and frowns

The next poem you read

You should be able to see what I need

A laugh, smile, hug, comfort or a friend

To you all, my love I send