a poem i wrote about how i felt about life before xian
Brethren Angst
by chealsea chuckles aka chuckleberry
My life is a rotting rose, plucked from its youth and thrown onto the pavement.
Children step on it, laughing, jumping, playing
gloating - rubbing my sorrow in my face like shit.
Life is shit, the kind that grows on your face and does not leave
and none of the other kids want to play with me because I stink.
They wave to me with there thin, anorexic hands
and I have back with my chubby finger
by chealsea chuckles aka chuckleberry
My life is a rotting rose, plucked from its youth and thrown onto the pavement.
Children step on it, laughing, jumping, playing
gloating - rubbing my sorrow in my face like shit.
Life is shit, the kind that grows on your face and does not leave
and none of the other kids want to play with me because I stink.
They wave to me with there thin, anorexic hands
and I have back with my chubby finger