Luna Moon

Allergic - Poem by Luna Moon

How I'm allergic,
To my very own skin.
I break out in hives,
Everytime that I sin.
I curse at the mirror,
And at the reflection of me.
I know from my sickness,
I'll never be free.
I choke at my voice,
My words deafen me so.
Medicines no use,
Still my symptoms do grow.
My choices make me nauseas,
Thoughts make my head spin.
Oh how I'm allergic,
To my very own skin.

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  • (10/10/2009 6:46:00 PM)

    wow i really like this one

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 26, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 26, 2009

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