Paper
White snow
Fragile heart
Tattooed skin
Torn soul
Missing puzzle pieces
Screaming
Saying it's to pale
It's to thin
Laughing at its
Imperfections
Thrown
Left
Right
Crumpled
Into a ball
With every inch
Covered with a tattoo
See
Papers have feeling too
They cry
They want to run
They want to hide
They worry about their imperfection too
If all their curves
Are in the right place
If they are to thin
If they are pale
If they have to many tattoos
As we write
The algebra equation
Or the essay
Or even the poem
On it tattooing is skin
Covering it with ink
Not looking back to see if it's done
Right.
That's my paper
YOU ARE READING
Inside that girl: things you never knew
PoetryJust some poetry I have written I will continue to add some to this. Some of it is about every time someone tried to break me others is when I was bullied. So I hope you like it.
