by applecheeks Jan 3, 2008
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
Youre attitude festers like an open wound. Its a wound that never heals, for you constantly tear at the scab that would serve as protection and healing. Youre isolation has been built by you, years of construction, using the most durable products; such as pride, stubbornness, rejection, unforgiveness and the ugly roots of bitterness. |