Sick And Twisted World Poem by Andrea Szyhowski

The world I live in is Sick and Twisted,
The guy who is like my brother I love,
The guy who I have grown to love I've known so long.

The world I live in is Sick and Twisted,
To no path can I have him,
To no path do I want him.

The world I live in is Sick and Twisted,
As I walk though in a room there he is,
As I walk though that room I walk out.

The world I like in is Sick and Twisted,
On a dirty road I walk alone,
On a dirty road I walk with just a Shadow.

In a world so Sick and Twisted,
Its hard to know what I trust,
Its hard to know what is not fake.

This is a very Sick and Twisted World,
The world that is our's,
And the world we never help.

These is a very Sick and Twisted World,
And no one can give a danm,
And no one can help me out.

What a Sick and Twisted World,
This is.