Poems from Victoria100
Why do you sit there, staring at screens till three in the morning?
Surfing for something, the
same old sites over and
over again?
With...
On weary days when joy seems dead and gone,
When friends are false and failure I must be,
And stern clocks slow the minutes' running on,...
I was made to be Different
In a world that's the Same.
I was called to be Out
With the rest of them In.
I was given for free
What they...
Oh yeah. This is why we play.
This is why we stay up late
and endure aching backs, cold feet, and tired eyes as we
pound the keys far into...
She knew she wasn't beautiful.
She had been made with a too-big nose and
pimples. And ears that stuck out and
teeth that weren't straight...