Poems from giuliana.rose
Some kids speak a secret language,
I hear them talk softly to one another,
It echos out of the girls bathroom and as I enter it stops,...
It's hard for me to see myself.
I look at
what I have done
what I am doing
what I will do next
And see what I always tell people.
Oh, I...
It's simply
disgusting,
repugnant,
Completely and Utterly sickening.
The stench hits your nose first,
and through your gloves,
You can...