Wishing, watching
The world go by...
Truth is ugly and cold
Truth is your mirror...
Everything i do is worth nothing at all
Every time i want to do something, i rise only to...
They called me liar,
as my new name...
As things come to pass,
life starts to glare a sweet aura of grey...
My life is like a portrait
No one is alive...
This poem is just about society and world issues...
NEW TO MIDDLE SCHOOL
SO MANY GROUPS TO BE...
I remember the first time I cried
for pity, not for pain...
Trust, what a powerful yet fragile word
For some it can be gained easily...
With venomous lies,
Under rosemary skies...
High School,
A place for drama...