I didn't write this poem but i saw it and thought...
Her dad was a drunk...

I hurt myself again
Staring blankly at the wall...

Don't pretend
That I don't feel your glances...

I wish life was back to
when cooties were...

From playing with dolls
and now going to malls...

He sits on her bed
Looks her in the eye...

The peace of reflecting water whispers happiness
The bees hummed softly...

I see you staring
but I act like I don't care...

I look into your eyes
And I see past it all...

To my old boyfriend:
It\'s been years...

Love isn't finding the perfect person
its seeing an imperfect person perfectly...

I edited this poem...
If you were me for one day...