Twisted, is what I could be <br />When I sit back and think the thoughts running through my head. <br /> <br />Twisted, is what I want to be <br />When I see the killing of you by the hands that are me. <br /> <br />All flock together, birds of a feather <br />Sick as a society, dictated by a socialist of no confession <br /> <br />Demented, are the one's that 'We' let choose <br />How we compramise this little thing that we call <br /> <br /> 'Life'<br /><br />Teresa Duncan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twisted-5/
