Wicked Thoughts A Poem By Me

Disgrace and Repugnant Come to mind When the sadness Seeps inside All you want Is to curl up And die. All you want Is to hide How can you Look into that mirror See the disgrace For the wicked thoughts It’s to much to ask Of ones self WHen all they see Is evil wicked disgrace And want to end A left well spent For disgrace In my evil eyes.