Poems from ari13
middle school is really hard you know
it's an obsatcle of things
don't you know
you think you know stuff
but to be honest you don't
it's...
swoosh,my hair flutters in the breeze
baby hairs as wild as they could be
i used to be walking stick now
adding on pounds of meat
see me...
light fades darkness comes
my soul escapes
and when i cry
my tears show
and my scar body that i try to hide
day and night
maes me hurt...