Aren't we all a little "crazy"
don't we tilt left, on the level
We've become numb to the amazing
falling victim to the devil
Little thoughts used to amuse me
now they hold my balance hostage
Making the whole of humanity
a hole I must acknowledge
All these thoughts inside my head
swarm together all at once
Like a missile filled with lead
collect like bullets on my tongue
One by one making a mark
on the targets to destroy
Settling on my face, a smirk
anticipating unending joy
But instead what leaves my mouth
are cutting words I soon regret
When every intent has been drowned
with ugliness I can't recant
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
You have such a talent for hitting the truth on the head. Wonderfully written as always, Kelli!
Like the moment she realizing she actually can say it only to regret it in "You've Got Mail".
Loved this so much