Many Feelings No Fly Or Wall Poem by Erin Hipp

As I lay, my chest Raises and rises again/
My mind is heavy, I feel it will bust open, The pain is so great, to cut open and bleed out, I would never feel this, this pain would make me more sinnister/
My eyes dry and my heart hardens, My blood runs as cold as the Alantic on a cold December Night/
My soul is as ugly as you and her/ And my conversation is as fake and shallow as the Bi*ch you lookin at/
You hit that door and I go bacc to ME/
If you were a fly on any wall you would know it all/ or enough to let you know your not a star in my eyes/
My life stands tall and still, reminding me of that switch tree my grandmama had when I was a child/
Just when I think I 'm growin I hit the stump, like that tree accross the street that bumps in to our tree/
The wind wispers, the sun blinds, food invites, and the sounds of nearby playing children set my mode on chill/
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And to all my readers this is something off the top of my mind and is unfinished. And as always I appericate any love and comments from the world! ! !