Back from the dead
thoughts into poetry

It was the eve of Friday the 13th
The moon was in Capricorn
This is it
This is the truth
Bare my soul
Now bullet proof
You all laughed
While I cried
Don’t know my story
Don’t care they lied
Now think of this
If you were me
Would you still not care?
As I lay and bleed
I’ve been a friend
If nothing else
I don’t deserve
To lose myself
I always listen
And give advice
You all know
I’ve played nice
I’ve played nice,
Yeah only me
The rest of you
Have caused a scene
My hands are clean
My name is cleared
So now get lost
Go disappear
Don’t need a hand
Don’t need no pity
It’s your loss
Yeah, this whole city
Not a soul
to help me out
Just my name
In people’s mouth’s
I did none dirty
No not one
“She’s naive,
yeah she’s so dumb”
That’s what you said
And much worse
This is your fate
I reversed the curse
I will not die
I refuse
Now you’re the ones’
You’re confused
I’m no one’s puppet
I’m not your slave
What say now?
I’ve ‘disobeyed’
I’ll tell the world
You ARE the fool
Gonna punish me?
I broke your rules
All ‘eyez’ on me
Tupac’s line
All the rest
Those are mine
Gonna be epic
That’s what I said
I rose again
Back from the dead.
About the Creator
Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)
I am a writer, photographer, and a storyteller. I gain inspiration from the haunted and the beautiful, and the mysterious 'in between'. Music is my Muse and so are all of you. Everyone is a character in my story. Welcome to my storyland.



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