It’s the biggest part of me When I come to ask myself a question It’s what is the most important thing personally And to me that is my individuality If I not me then who could I be I don’t wish to cause trouble nor do I want to be a sheep So why must Continue reading

I hate it,but I love it It’s the thing that sends thousands of tiny pinpricks to my throat But it’s also the thing that reminds me i’m still breathing Like the pain of sadness It has hurt me the most But the fact that I feel it It means that, that or something else hasn’t Continue reading

I once wrote poems about who I was I wondered why no one gave them more love I cared so much because you see What I said was what I believed to be true about me But they weren’t me, no They were a beautiful version of a really big show Everyone usually loves that Continue reading