Coming down this road
I don't know where I am...
To bathe after breakfast, shampoo the hair,
condition it gently, exfoliate the skin...
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone...
Fierce disturbances,
Killing innocence...
I remember never a thought
A thought as a thought just comes by...
When i was 7 i was beaten and yelled at
I was so young...
I will always try my best
To be true to who I am...
She has a secret that almost
Know one knows...
I wish i could tell you how i feel but it hard for...
i wait for the day we say i do...
Have you ever been told you are just a fake
& you need to start being yourself...
My eyes, are dark
brown unknown gems...
I need you mom, more than you know.
I really wish I could let it show...