Poems from Synethia-Nicole

Mom died when I was 5. ever since then I've had stuff to write about.
A Schizohomoseualiphrenia"s Rain
Angry tears Arched across my zygoma Flowing with rage...It’s colorful I can't think... my mind eclipse by sublte animosity Through holes I...
Aren't I human?
I'm what?!? Oh you say i'm weird as in erie, different, or abnormal, right? Does it bother you.... you know, that i'm not like you or your...