Sick Sick Sick.
Quick, run back,
Last in Track,
What, it's happened again?
Teacher Creature
Want to punch her
Must refrain,
In great disdain.
In History.
Speech, free?
The stick or the carrot.
A break, please.
The boy who hates me.
Same as everyone else,
Is my star,
Makes me go weak at the knees.
Sick, sick, sick
Of comparison,
To my twin.
The way I walk
The way I talk,
Each a mortal sin.
I hide tthis pain,
Without a groan,
Yet dream of not being alone.
Helena May XxX
Quick, run back,
Last in Track,
What, it's happened again?
Teacher Creature
Want to punch her
Must refrain,
In great disdain.
In History.
Speech, free?
The stick or the carrot.
A break, please.
The boy who hates me.
Same as everyone else,
Is my star,
Makes me go weak at the knees.
Sick, sick, sick
Of comparison,
To my twin.
The way I walk
The way I talk,
Each a mortal sin.
I hide tthis pain,
Without a groan,
Yet dream of not being alone.
Helena May XxX