Just writing poetry or pretty much anything to help ease my mind...
My Life 2
No one knows what I think at all. Sometimes I just fall. I am down below and no where near up. I try to rise, but end up dying.
Over and over I go off on my own and I think about everything. Who I am, who I've been and who I will be. Essentially the big picture. And, after I run through it all in my head. I realize the full extent of my sadness..
What I Feel About You
You found me when I was stuck. You saved me from what I was going to be. Our love story is different from anybody else. It took months for my heart to open up to you. Within almost a year, I began to open up about my past.
Afraid to be seen. Afraid to be heard. Backwards I run, away. Cowards. Do what you want. Except you didn't see. Facts you told.
Dear mom, As you begin reading this you're probably asking why. Why is my daughter writing me a rhyme? I want to talk about what happened in my life. A short but subtle writing about a girl trapped in stripes while walking down the street playing her old bagpipes.