Climbing The Walls
You know those bubbles,
Marked as confusion,
Spinning 'round and 'round.
Where the next person to bother you,
Is gonna get it,
And this isn't PMS.
So much going on,
But to scream,
Or cry,
Climb the walls?
Want to die?
For if I fall,
Who will catch me?
I yelled,
Screamed,
And argued;
Made you go away,
So why should you help,
When I don't know,
What you can do,
Cause all this is;
Is confusion.
And all I am doing;
Is wall climbing.
Sabby
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