a beetle or a slug
kinda cockroach looking
I don't care for what my mother is cooking
Get me out of this body please
for some reason I like rotten cheese
walking in my room on all six
hanging out with the couch not my family
my life, my body is becoming insanity
not cute, not adorable absolutely no vanity
this is for my sister
I really miss her
do anything to see her smile
i'd even crawl a mile
did you know I've been waiting a while
feels like an eternity
keeps going forever like infinity
my body, my soul, my prison
just give this poem a listen
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