Freak Tourniquet Poem by Joelle Johnson
Freak Tourniquet
Those who don't deserve; smile,
With disease in their laughter,
And fear in their eyes.
I'm dying younger everyday,
Freak runs through my veins,
And no tourniquet,
Could keep it inside.
Is it a pity or a shame,
That we're all alone in this game?
We lost all hope to survive,
When our individuality,
Threatened to eat us alive
I'm dying younger everyday,
Freak runs through my veins,
And no tourniquet,
Could keep it inside.
Is it a pity or a shame,
That we all strive to be the same?
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4/19/2024 6:41:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh Jo (I hope you don't mind me calling you that haha) I really can relate to this lovely poem of yours! I myself struggle with my own individuality and wanting to be a part of everything, I love the way you express those feelings in this poem!