What I Am
By Maxxine
I'm so twisted, used and torn. I'm ragged, old and utterly worn. I'm just a scrap now, just felt like cloth- To be placed on a jacket where 'tis been eaten by moth. I'm so angry, livid, mad. I'm dreaded and I know I've been had. I'm just an end now, one unwanted, But that doesn't matter because I go on undaunted.Hmmm... do you like the revision? I think it's a little weak, if I come up with something better later, I'll post it. Written October 6th, 2001 © on Feb 19 2002 10:23 AM PST 0 • 14 • 10
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"I'm so twisted, used and torn...."