Ehh here are some of the poem I wrote.
They are very close to my heart because some of them describe me.Like this one.I made it when I was 10 so I was starting ;3

I sit alone
once more
this cold damp
world all that I know
what is more
than sorrow
from what I do
and what I say...

But nothing more
they have forgotten me,
I suppose
or they would call my name
and their warm hands
would stroke my head
and carress my cheek
but,they dont.

I think they left
is it safe to come
out?or
should I wait
and die here
Alone...
again,in this room
My name unspoken
I think Im going mad

Or maybe they just dont care
thats why they walk past me
unknowning my pain
teasing me,
killing me
alittle more
everytime that they
dont say my name

Everytime they walk past
and every time
they forget to
stroke my blonde hair
and carress my pink cheeks...

Because I am...The girl with no name...

Because they are the...Parents
who dont care....

I was young when I wrote this so I hardely knew anything but my brother said it was amazing I wrote that.