I like this poem, and I really love how the tile is "AlbinoLies", I think that's very original. Also, I would like to say that I really love how you chose the portray the fact that the person you had to spend your time with, you only had to spend time with because she had some sort of blackmail on you, and you couldn't o, but you tried to trust her to keep your secret. Overall, this was a very well written piece, writing of something that can be truly terrifying if you are put into that situation. Anyways, this is well writte, and good job. Take care. Peace and love, Aya
It sucks when your parents rifle through your room. I know we've all been there. You're lying naked on the cold tiles heart stopping and starting every fifteen seconds trying to sweat over clammy skin the two of them going over your bedroom looking for the rest of your blow and you're thinking "Can I play soccer today?"
I just really get shaken by the first verse when you reference Elvis "She's the devil in disguise"
The rest is heart felt,strong anger at parents enforcing themselves on your space.
Well,if they don't you might end up a lesbian,and they can't have that,can they?