I'm starting to remember more. I remember my father who smallpox when I was 7 years old. The funeral we had was small, the only people that came was
By Torri Zimmerman6 years ago in Poets
I left never to return. How bad did she take my death? Did the villagers help her with the farm? She counted on me, But her baby boy was taken by you!
It took me 300 years but I have finally been seen. I have friends now. The children Jamie, Sophie, Cupcake, Pippa, Caleb, Monty, and Claude all know who I am.
It's my fault I didn't mean to I just got angry And I lost control 1,517 people died tonight I remember the noise the ship made as it scrapped against the iceberg.
I have a black eye, Two broken ribs, Wrist is sprained, And I'm bleeding all over. This isn't new to me, I'm used of the game called, "Beat up Jack Frost"
Who am I? Jack Frost That's my name but who am I really that is a question. I can't answer. Jack Frost All I know is that I woke up from a lake looking at the moon.
They don't see me, They don't hear me. Why? I play with them, I make snowdays and snowball fights, but still I'm invisible.
Flaws, that's all I see. When I look at the reflection in the mirror. Acne on my face, Thick thighs, and a pudgy stomach.
Drip,Drop,Drip,Drop The roar of the thundershower, hiding my sobs so that my sleeping mother may not hear them. Confused, Alone, and Unloved is what is going through my head taunting me from dusk till dawn
Parents don't understand, They think that us teenagers don't know Pain, Depression, Anxiety, Being a third wheel, And
If mom died Would you take him away from me? My little brother Ruin the life that my family has built after you abandoned us.