Lyric Poem

This is awful, but whatever.

She likes songs about drifters,

Books about the same.

She’s the giggle at the funeral,

She has no friends,

No faith.

 

Her thoughts are loud,

She can’t hear her mouth.

She was born sick,

She can't help it.

 

No one ever told her,

People do not see through the very minimum.

Perhaps if they had,

She would've felt a little less insane.

Reviews

[Meghan]

This is cute!!! i like how you used "she"

[TurtleClark]

I like this it maybe could have a better flow but i like the concept.

[ms. barrie]

Not sure why you state this is super bad...
It's pretty good, unique. Perhaps if
In your heart you want to work on it more,
Add on to it.

I enjoyed the first verses.
Thank you for sharing :)

[Lila Baumann]

This is super bad but i dont care