tell me what you think of my poem and just so you know please don't steal my work im only 11 and i worked hard on this
the hidden truth
my hidden truth
is in this little booth
of skin and toughness
lost in darkness
is a depressed and lonely girl
who hates the world
a girl that is a fake
that would never make
a real smile or laugh
the real me is on a raft
never able to break free
and falls from trees
a girl that keeps things bottled up
the would someday cry and fill a cup
1,2,3
the phone rung
and now im hung
no one got to know the real me
 ~HeartlessLuver~ · Tue Oct 17, 2006 @ 04:18am · 1 Comments |
