Life as a teenage girl, is alot harder than it...
so many insecurities, through the many years...
Their hair is always perfect
their clothes always match...
What did I do to deserve this?
This hurt this pain...
Is hard to help,
When they don’t except me...
Why do we die?
Why do we cry...
Why am I classed as different?
I’m the same as you...
The man that you created.
The man that you hated...
I forgive you
You don't know...
WHAT AM I?
A FREAK...
A nation divided, people united, into parties whom...
Children are dying, women are crying and fighting...
My Tickets are booked,
My Insurance is paid...
This Man In Black
As I sit in these pews, I look up in awe...