Wow, finally, this is my first poem after a 2 or 3...
Blood stains and broken promises...
Reminiscing;
Far from missing...
We all have buttons,
and as hard as we try...
Beware thy follower of thy awful mess,
that's laid upon your colored doorstep...
The air was flawed with soul-dirtied junction
Unfamiliar trees whose branches malfunction...
I go to school knowing I will get made fun of
As I walk into class and the murmurs begin...
I brought a canvas to paint something new,
I have my colors ready, to paint a new me...
I took a walk on dripping streets
With nighttime as my veil...
Scared and alone shadows lurk about with hungry...
At least in his mind, his blanket a makeshift...
The road of healing
Though obscure in its trials...
I am not the girl that the world wants me to be I...
I am not the prettiest in the world or the...
Pressing down upon me,
With all its trials and its burdens...