Badly drawn boy

I am not afraid.

I am not afraid.

I’m a frayed end

tattered

ragged

unravelling

threadbare

fretting

Sweating the big and the little stuff and fluff

I am not afraid.

I am a scribble on paper

angrily scrawled

A flipbook

restlessly static

Tangled in squiggles

you can rip me up

scratch the pages, my skin

I am not afraid

I’m a badly drawn boy

dressed in a mans masquerade

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s