Category: Writers Block
I may be little, I may be small
I may have nothing to compete with you at all.
I may be innocent, I may be guilty
I may he walking into the field of danger for you to hurt me.
I never once said I was brave, Nor did I say I was shy
I am inbetween and unexpected, but to you none of those apply
You hate how I am and I hate how you can be
I will never let you see I'm actually angry.
Don't hate me because of my exotic unusual personality.
Hate me because of my prideful amazing confidence that you don't see...
So are you blind or something else, are you kind or just an unknown self.
Hate is action
Love is death
Bitting nails and twisting spines
I will find a way to break free but it will be with notorious consiquences.
(Oknow hardly any of this rhymes and the typo o's are great but, I was just a venting exercise)
i like it jen.
good emotion in that