6 January, 2009

i vent

rod mathews

i’m sorry, but “fuck”
sometimes i need to scream
to breathe
i try not to be crude
you just have to see underneath
mad, happy and crazy
cranky
really, there’s more to me
my morals are shot and my worth tarnished
but that’s not me
what is it they say?
live and let live?
i wish

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