A mess, unintelligible, useless
Fending for myself
I'm nothing, but full of emptiness
A hollow tube filled with regret
Of things unknown or yet to come
Those changes unmade
I haven't grown.
Forget myself in times of need.
Always running; that need to please
Keep my insides locked away
I'm a limited-edition photo display.
YOU ARE READING
Chemicals.
PoetryJust a few poems- read at your own risk they're pretty meh but who knows- maybe you'll think they're better?
