Kagoatweed’s Rant: R&R, please, but don’t steal ideas!

Ch. 2 Diary of Eulogy.

Whispers.

They tear my ears to shreds.

I listened to them when I lived.

I watched loveless

mouths move to a maniacal

rhythm

singing a song

I couldn’t understand.

They sang about me.

Ballads to my beauty,

eulogies to their envy.

Pen scratching page

I write my weary words

understanding the

misfortune, the

regret

of not being beautiful,

for even I was.

once,

unangelic.