A mother's love.
An understanding heart.
I am perfect.
Or so I thought.
They all turned on me.
I'm not straight.
I never was.
They just didn't know.
Now they do.
Now they hate me.
A mother's hate.
A rejecting soul.
I am not perfect.
I am ugly.
~M.L. Topinka
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Poetry
PoetryHere's a collection of all of the poems I've written!!! If a poem is not mine, I will say so. So don't worry, everything is mine unless said otherwise. I'm not a thief. There may also be some short stories here and there if I write a story and it is...
