straight jacket

I know my poems suck, but at least I try. Here's another lame poem ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Look at the new straight jacket fashion It creates a vindictive passion She feels trapped by the white walls The voices in her head calls Let go of all ambition fall into temptation Strut around all proud And scream your fears out loud Cut me cut me make me bleed Spread all of that evil seed Push me down and make me cry Why would you ever lie? They say they care But how do they dare Ripping you apart but its just the start Cry yourself to sleep your wounds are cut so deep you implode into your core Can you handle anymore You curl up on the floor Everyone has left you through that door You are now all forgotten you have become rotten Cry baby doll Life has taken its toll Cut yourself to the bone and turn your heart to stone In your own mind you are lost what a steep price it has cost you’re dead inside no more rules to abide