This is my coffin...my duty.
My anguish shed.
This are my interests and my time and my emotions spred.
You have no clue what to do with me
It's visbly impossible not to notice your confusion
You do not know what to do.
Surrounding by all these little frantic girls
yellling and shrilling about what to do in this world.
This is my coffin to bare
you have no idea
what to do with me
with my pain
with my anguish
with my life.
with my coffin
Because this is my coffin to bare.
Did I say how much I love this poem, made me think about my coffin...what lies in my coffin, what pain or hurt do I want to bury. I guess we all have coffins to bare and souls to burn.
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