Sometimes the boogie man is real....

a poem about the hardness of life and it's voiceless. would love to hear who you think is the voiceless here

I'm the writer of this poem and own it's copyright.

This one is a backronym, but I actually forgot what it stands for. Oh well, it's from '08.

I think I'll keep this trend up of posting my older work up first. Everything is up critical critiscism so if you think I should should change something, just lemme know.