Low
Self
Es
teem Steam
Drags
Low The mice?
They
Ignore
Me
I have no friends in the sewer Shit
On the floor
Pull by the hair
Smash on the wall My neck
Climbs
High
But my head?
It
Hangs
Low Eye contact
Eye contact
Is Like
Telepathic daggers
And I’m made of paper
FUCK
My heart beats fast
My blood feels
Sharp
Somebody, anybody, please, evaporate me. *** Now,
for the most part,
things are much different.