my name is trista.. im 14. i have had a pretty rough year. so i started to write poems. i hope you like them!! |
I don't want to be on this planet anymore.
all people call me is a stupid little w|-|0re...
Why does she think of herself that way?
It kills me inside to see those tears in her eyes...
You can point, laugh, and stare.
You can whisper, gossip, and not care...
I don't even have to look in your eyes,
I can tell everything you say is all lies...
2 children-
one the younger, one the older...
What is happening to our universe?
it seems as if everyone were in a slow moving...
Why am i being punished for her mistake? |