'Your twisted'
You all insisted
Ya that's me
With the screwed up personality
Atleast I don't go on
Thinking that I'm the only one
Your not all that matters
So quit with your chatter
If you would stop thinking only of you
Then you would see past your lil' world
Then you would see that some are shoeless
But no your completely clueless
Ya I'm twisted In my head
But your conpletely brain dead
ya maybe I should take meds
But your brain might as well be made of lead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem