Why do I keep writing...or..keep trying?
I'm not a poet..I don't even know I exists at...

I believe...............
that people look at someone and judge them without...

Such confusion
and despair...

Snow drifting gently down
Slowly hitting to the ground...

God..
My life is such a mess...

Sunrise is the beginning
the promise of hope...

I know my heart, through and through.....
The misery I bring too myself too true...

Mom, your a wonderful mother,
so gentle yet so strong...

You've tried your best
To get your way...

A wish within the heart.....
longing too true...

Deep in the night
When nightmares take flight...

Hate is shown....
too my face...