Who says I don't express myself

[torcha]

...actually that would be everyone, including me. But I wrote a poem in class the other day and it was sort of therapeutic. So a peek into my head for anyone interested in looking.


Broken thought trapped in the head of a broken girl.
Shifting, tangling, fusing.
Fragments trying to find a whole.
They can't escape until they're neat,ordered,
Absolutely perfect, precise.
And they never can,
And the pressure builds,
But only tears escape