I thought that if I changed my appearance
Dyed my hair
Wore colors other than black
I'd be happier.
They all said I'd be
Happier
So I did
but I kind of
Hate myself even more
Now
I don't understand that.
Can't quite wrap my head around it
But at least I did
What I always said I would
Someday do.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoesíaMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
