pupperski

that fuzzy warmth fills my cheeks and my vision is gone the only word that appropriately rhymes is wrong caged in with mirrors every face scowling wagging fingers at me like a bad child i don't think i ever stopped being one every single report card read: "little kayla has always been an angry, angry child" having your innocence taken before you even know what the word means it does show you that the world is mean i became a bully, don't come near me who needs love, daddy's words have always hurt so i'll make them hurt too i thought i grew up, i thought i was a good person but these mirrors trapping me every wrong i've ever done floating to