Around and around my mind
goes, as flashbacks run to and
fro. Tears make their way out
of my eyes and run down my
cheeks. But I don't wipe them
away and this is all because of
a bunch of hoes.
They made a fool out of me.
Calling me fat. Even when my
mom told me I wasn't
that.
I hated them, with their flat
asses and long blonde hair, I couldn't blame them. That's just
the way they were born & I
could say the same.
I slowly gave into my demons
of the night, my tears became
even more & my body began
to shake. But mamma wasn't
there to hold me close & make
me feel safe.
I gripped my dark hair as I
continued to cry & then all of
a sudden I realised. There is
most definitely an 'I ' in team
& then loudly, I began to
SCREAM!!
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Me, Myself And I
PoetryThis is a poem book about a few things that others don't know about me. Some depressing, some are happy and some are mean. Through these poems, I express my true emotions about certain things and certain people. Please read with an open mind. Plea...
