SCARECROW
i've got the ragged clothes and the matted down hair and the cold dark eyes to provide that icy stare someday's i'm so weak i feel i'm made of straw but, unlike a real scarecrow, i do have a heart i'm feeling like a scarecrow and the people are the crows i've got to look like a menace so that they don't come too close but there's one thing that these crows can't see sometimes i'm just as afraid of them as they are of me everyday these crows rip at me, but i don't budge i've become so used to them, to their actions i am numb but somedays ignorance is oh, so hard and then i wish i lived in the cartoon land of oz
