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Elizabeth

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

4 poems·Since May 2013
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Rolling Stone

June 11, 2013
It's true that I was born in raised in a local vicinity But schools, friends,even homes They really mean nothing to me Not even my family Leaving a "home" after two months It's not rare when your parents don't know what they want Now I'm so used to it they've rubbed off on me Different schools all within one year, up to three New faces, new friends How can you make friends with only a few weeks? Now friends mean nothing to me I can't settle down or be with anyone I'm not accustomed to it and I'll always be a rolling stone I prefer being alone, I prefer not having a home
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