I don't really know what to write here. My name is Jayne and I haven't wrote many poems, I've only joined poems and quotes recently. I lyk readin poems too, and bein with my family and friends. |
10 things I hate about you,
I don't know where to start...
No-one looked at what she did,
Or listened to what she said...
They picked on her,
And thought it was cool...
This is a poem,
About the day she died...
Crouched in a corner,
Head in her hands...
I sit and think carefully,
Thoughts pacing my mind...
Invisible tears,
Run down her cheeks...
If she disappeared,
If one day, she just wasn't there...
I feel sorry for you,
So I'll pretend...
My stomach lurched as he said those words,
"Your daughter's going to die."...
Tear stained cheeks, |
She looked in the mirror, |
Snide remarks were made, |