Megan Rose's Poetry

Palm Of My Hands.

My whole future is in the palm of my hands, 

Every day that goes by makes it expand. 

Where will I be ten years from now? 

Who will I be anyhow? 

I hope that I will be different and better as well, 

That would make me very happy and it would be so swell. 

My weight, my size, my image please change! 

My brain and my mind go on and rearrange. 

I want so badly to be someone else, 

Just someone prettier with lots of wealth.