Scattered

Note: This is not how I feel about myself at all now. These are poems from my youth.

The shock of that just knocked me flat

On my face

My feelings fell out

Littered the ground

What a disgrace

Oh, look! There's shame sitting in the corner

Blame is picking itself off the pavement

While shock is trying to dust itself off

I grab for them and try to fit them into my bag

Don't forget to grab for nag

Stuff it down

Let it be forgotten

I don't want to look at that part of me

She's too ugly