Odd by Julia Nunes
My foot's asleep and so is my brain.
If I'm in pain then I don't feel it,
My face should reveal it.
I am grinning as they're cutting me in half, and all I can do is laugh.
I am frantically flailing, woozy inhaling these fumes that don't put me to sleep.
Taking drugs that wont cure me, so I'll just stay pure please relinquish those secrets you keep
I am cold unfeeling and odd
And you should thank god
That we are on separate sides of the state. Hope you're okay
Atleast I gave you something to hate