I have cookie cutter hands
Keep all sharp objects away
If I get ahold of it,
I will kill myself.
I will let it bleed till the blood dries,
Then do it again
If you have lighters keep them up
I will burn myself
I wear long sleeves and blue jeans
I don't wanna show my shame
Am I a disappointment in your eyes?
Am I?
October 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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