Angels Eyes
She presses that mask...
I hate how you have to make a poem almost not just...
before someone will even take one quick look at it...
Each day you go one thinking that
Your hunger makes you win...
You judge us
when you dont even know us...
The same routine, we are all sheep
failing to show the secrets we keep...
The world is changing quickly
We're all filled with fear...
As they grasp the troubles of their life
On sunny days...
I feel like i am traped
no one hears me no one wants to...
I get sick and tired
Of phony people that act like they care...
Whisper on the Wind
Whisper the words without which there can be no...
The stars tell a story
Of times left forgotten...
*My teacher told me to write an "I AM"...
I am ignorant and self-centered...