Rose
Beautiful,
but get inside Smells awful Mental illness mind Just going on a eternal ride The looks might make you blind if you don't see whats really inside It might get sharper every time Watch out, it might just shock your eyes Or rub off in your mind And consume in you too That bad smell will make you say achoo Yeah that heavy sneeze Asking, "Alliah, what happened to you?!" It makes me cry to sleep Which makes it harder on me Your wondering what this could be Yeah, I know I'm crazy It's ocd
This poem is about:
Me