
My Writing
Number Eight : Stares
I'm torn
I'm chained
I'm broken
I'm ashamed
While I'm lost in the rain
I get stares
Coming from everywhere
I feel like a freak show
With all these eyes
Can't they see I'm very shy
It's not nice to stare
Yet they're still there
Looking deeper and deeper
Into my soul
But pretty soon there will be a toll
A toll for the wise guy
Which is me
Trying to possibly
Become free
I'm chained
I'm broken
I'm ashamed
While I'm lost in the rain
I get stares
Coming from everywhere
I feel like a freak show
With all these eyes
Can't they see I'm very shy
It's not nice to stare
Yet they're still there
Looking deeper and deeper
Into my soul
But pretty soon there will be a toll
A toll for the wise guy
Which is me
Trying to possibly
Become free
@fascinated
That's nice of you, thank you c: It made me smile. <3
2/24/14