deepundergroundpoetry.com
Rough Around the Edges.
You see that boy there?
He lives in a run down trailer,
In the middle of a place named Hell.
Works two jobs,
The kid's barely aging thirteen.
Avoids adding any friends into his pot of mess.
Smiles to fool.
Branded with scars.
Robbers..
Gangsters..
Parents..
Hides the emotion,
Covers the pain.
He's melting away,
Rotting inside,
But determined to escape.
He lives in a run down trailer,
In the middle of a place named Hell.
Works two jobs,
The kid's barely aging thirteen.
Avoids adding any friends into his pot of mess.
Smiles to fool.
Branded with scars.
Robbers..
Gangsters..
Parents..
Hides the emotion,
Covers the pain.
He's melting away,
Rotting inside,
But determined to escape.
Published 26th May 2013
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 625
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Anonymous
- Edited 26th May 2013 11:41pm
26th May 2013 11:40pm
<< post removed >>
Thank you, greatly. Truthfully, I was sketchy about this poem. It didn't turn out quite the way I liked it.
But I'm glad you enjoy it.
-Mich
But I'm glad you enjoy it.
-Mich
