Psycho

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Psycho

I fall from grace She laughs it off in my face I loose my mind It's my life she finds I try to let go Because of her I'll always be the psycho Yet no one sees The monster she wants me to be The images in my head Make me want to be dead But his bed Is stained red Because he said He loves me Even still The words make her want to kill

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

JennieAllers’s Poems (7)

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