Thursday, October 1, 2009

A Reflection

I am writing a poem. Good for me. And not on my poem blog. Because it's like, a whim thing. Maybe I'll blog a bit later.

I got bent, I got broken
I got stepped on and squashed
You just didn't know it
Back and forth, up and down
Who are we kidding?
Is this even what it was anymore?

1 comment:

SmileyTomboy101 said...

Sounds Emo (but that's not bad)