Me is a Coward

Me is a Coward

Me, Myself, and I don’t get along.
Maybe because we
Know each other too well.

Me is a coward,
Running from the buzzers,
Never moving forward,
Only hiding in the cupboard,
Scared of her own shadow,
And hates all that is hallow.

Myself is whack,
A real pain the back,
From all the people Myself stabbed
Myself is paying for it now,
She only turns up her snout,
And loves to shout

I trusts no one,
I’s been lied to by everyone,
I doesn’t even trust the sun,
Me and Myself don’t blame her,
Because of a very certain mister,
Who goes by the name He.





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