I'm at the bottom of the food chain,
The weakest of the pack,
But at least I'll still stand to try,
Only to spite those above me.
She is the queen of the food web,
The strongest of the pack,
She doesn't need to try,
Only to look down on all of us.
Well, to this girl,
I fear I am nothing to her,
Just another meal,
Just more fat to survive off of.
This girl,
She is wonderful,
And I still look up at her,
Her beauty and strength,
Are my world.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
