stress commands my every word
anger grows
as hatred stirs
i'm not mean i'll tell myself
though my heart is beating something else
Stress commands my every move
it grips my throat
and scraps the wounds
I'm not cruel I repeat to myself
Though my hands are doing something else
Stress commands my every thought
weary voices
fill my thoughts
I'm not lost my inner lier screams
though my actions lead me to assume other things
About Me
- Darla-Layne
- "If I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid"
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