Poems from Hann_Lizzy
Sometimes, I see too much.
Know too much.
And it's painful.
The untrained eye sees just space,
But I see the wall.
People try to be kind...
He tells me he's gay and watches my face. "Well?" he says.
A thousand thoughts flash through my head,
But they come down to this:
I am...
"Nice guys finish last," the song goes, a reflection of our culture, I suppose,
Because just like girls must be beautiful and thin, boys...
On twitter these days, there's a new hashtag trending,
I see it when a girl is displeased with her purchase or money-spending, or when a...
Dear Mr. or Mrs., you're doing it wrong.
In an effort to please the state, you've forgotten why we stay in school so long.
A teacher's job...