My Teeth Hate Me
my teeth crack and die and fall out of my head
Unless my mouth is closed, then they click against other teeth.
This used to happen when I was eating.
Now it happens daily.
My teeth are sad, mad, angry teeth.
Broken, cracked, scraggily with sharp edges.
My tongue hates them
The feeling is mutual
Stay out of there I tell the tongue
As he slithers around getting paper cuts
I hate my teeth and they hate me
My dentist thinks I am dead
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