Poems from KSmith_9
Me, myself, and I
They come out when I write
No one to judge them
No one to contradict them
They are who they are
Liked or not
Sitting under the spray freezing water red liquid running down the drain They called me names they didn’t know what it felt like to be...
I liked one thing
And horror did it bring
I knew he was kidding
But he had me bidding
They all called me a vampire
And of that I did not...