What I'm Made Of

Written 9/20/09

I was in the car on the way back from the airport, with my sister driving. Well, she was listening to Hollywood Undead. And the pounding music felt like it was a heartbeat through my chest. (I like some songs by them) So I had this poem forming in meh head.

But I couldn't find any paper, and for the record I have one of the worst memories ever. If I didn't write it down I would most prolly forget aver word. I dug around the car, and eventually found an old, coffee stained receipt stuffed between the seat cushions. Then I found a pen jammed under my seat, but it was almost out of ink. So when I finally got back home I had to decipher this patchy writing. Needless to say I had to rewrite some of this.

I wasn't that great to begin with so ehh.