Thorns

Birdpen

Something I cannot change. 
It's just how I am. 
I'm like a giant thorn. 
Pierced into your insects side. 
Crushing you inside like a bad day. 
I get in the way. 
So why don't I just stay. 
Something you cannot find. 
Like moments lost in time. 
Like water down the drain. 
Or going back somewhere you hate to stay. 
I'm like thorns. 
I twist and I turn inside. 
I'm like thorns. 
I twist and I turn inside.