Poem 17
Why don\'t people understand just a little girl with a plan my conscience ran as he didn\'t know how I felt I wish he understood that my feelings are set up in a unlock-able safe where it takes a long time before you find the right entrance...
That entrance is my heart, my heart don\'t beat it sparks, as the blood pumps into my ice cold veins I realise that I am not human...
Out of this world they call it a UFO they presume but what is the real name? and if I am not human what do I call myself... Sooo lost I don\'t even know myself the pain I can\'t go through it
2012 I knew it.