~RJMitchell

I wrote a line and it grew arms and a mouth

Then it started to talk to me.

She told me all the things im doing wrong, how the world*s not the one wrong

and how i am supposed to act and be.

Then it grew a big pair of eyes that looked straight at mine,

I couldnt take it so i went away;

I left my notebook so it would starve to dead.

It followed me and it was in my bed when i got home,

*coz as you know thougts are always ahead of you.

My sweaty hands couldnt complete the paragraph,

So it grew a monster with just mouth, eyes and arms.

It was so much like me that it freightened me,

And it kept yelling so hard.

It*s words are now everywhere with me,

The always hang in the back of my mind.

It is so sad it depressed me.

And it kept going for days.

And it kept going for days.

And it kept going for days.