Shtiya-is-my-power

Twists and turns And all inside Minds are fragile Breathing helps Sometimes Writing desks Are not like ravens And laughter Is not always happiness No Teacups Need spoons And I Belong to minds Broken Mending Needs crooked things Bonds Need trust To be shattered Stings and needles Spiders and wasps I know Certain things You can’t Waves sing Ships break songs I  fear Logic is twisted I am not broken Am I?

If you set a foot outside the door here, you end up in an upside down world. Out here, there are no rules. Nobody gives a damn if you carry a knife in your pocket or a popsicle. Even though I'd recommend a knife, a popsicle only makes a mess. Anyways... If you don't know how to act here, you'll probably end up in a dark ally with a knife through your heart. I told you it's a mess out here. And the worst thing is, it doesn't matter on which side you are. We've got normal gangs and cops. You get to choose between them when you're 18 years. You can also choose to stay neutral, but that's useless. You'll have to choose anyways. My world has a s