Writing helped me get over
my own insecurity...

I wonder what it's like
to walk in someone else's shoes...

Looking at my reflection
in my bathroom mirror...

I stand here
alone in silence...

Come Home
How could you do this to us...

Tears rolling down my cheek
i feel so lifeless and weak...

My heart hurts
When I think of you...

* this poem is a free-verse, which means it DOES...
Love...

Living in the shadows
afraid to move away...

I find myself a roaming caution
as i walk the halls of this place i dread...