Sylvia Plath has nothing on me She told the world, anyone that cared about her woes and little wins, in poems that sold copies and some that were shared i tell the world and anyone that can read my poems stories of other people, hiding bits of myself in them the world did not care enough, they lost a kindred soul She tried, you could see in her stanzas and verses that she did everyday with every line in her little book she fought the ghosts that would haunt her and call her they never stopped, they haunted and haunted her till she said yes yes to them and no to the world that could care less yes to the ghosts that came to see her everyday with every line no to the world that had eyes but couldn't see her slipping away Sylvia Plath has nothing on me not yet -nsoul Sylvia plath #steps
