You Should
It eats at me deep!You messing with
her and telling me you love me! Its
pain, you know!Its deep inside It
won't come out it won't let me be!
I am quivering with thoughts,
crawling inside my head!They are
very dangerous thoughts, that would
make me explode,and probally make
me dead!I am hurt by the bottling
of these thoughts of you not really
loving me!I know everytime you say
it,it makes me feel good.Then later
I am broken and shook.You can
get to me and make me think.I feel
like a puppet on a string waiting
fot its master to cut the strings
away, but you won't you don't even
try.You forget about me and leave
me in my box, but as soon as you
hear my name you come and pick me up.
Amber Nacole Nicely
posted on poetry.com
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