Silly little messed up kids,
filling their skin with steel.
they dig it in, why don't they feel?
These funny little thoughts in me,
all the things that I could be.
I prove to myself that I am strong,
to keep on going when I know its wrong.
The creepy crawling feeling in my vains,
all the light shirts with deep red stains.
Silly little mess up child,
that likes to go and be alone.
The way her heart has healed in stone.
Lies She's keept held deep inside,
countless tears she must have cried.
Silly little screwed up mind,
think that again just one more time.
The parents think She's turned out fine.
They havnt seen the walls that she climbed.
Although, as she writes this little rhyme,
Silly little screwed up mind.
as she does it again, another crime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem