They claim I’m insane,
That I can’t control my inner cycles.
That my mind’s fickle
That somehow I laugh when it don’t tickle
That I’m so broke
I feel rich with a nickel.
That if the worlds collided in the middle
Her Imaginary Friend….
A little girl named Emily and her imaginary friend,
hand and hand they walk to the bus stop,
Laughing and playing like they always do….
Emily said catch me if you can
and ran away so quickly looked like she...
I don’t cry,
My tears are tattoos..
I fear no man,
God sees me through…
This life is a struggle,
But my heart remains strong…
I’m confined away from freedom,
But my freedom’s beyond…