I will always be the dare
The one no one cared for
The freak
Or the geek
To ugly, to hang with
To fat to talk to
The scar filled arms no one cares
about
YOU ARE READING
poetry about my life
PoetryI made these all by myself, so please don't steal these. it would mean alot. this stuff really happened or still is happening to me. Most of the poems are kinda depressing. -Desiree
