Kelsey Bachmeier

Rookie (January 17th,1992 / Small Town)

Shaped - Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier

and my health
its fallen through
my fatal fatigue
is claimed for you

collapsing,
relapsing,
loosing my grasping.
for this i can't control

harsh words spoken
they say why im this way
you are the fitting
to my costums

shaped and recut
to fit your wants and needs.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 21, 2011


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