Poems from cammie882
I am not smart,
Only pretending to be, persistent,
Hoping nobody catches on to the facade.
Not a prodigy
A genius
An expert
Nothing I do...
Cold skin, open arms
The warmest I’ve felt in years
Unwilling to fall for such common charm
I could fall for anyone near
Dangerous to be...
Change
is the hardest part of growing up.
My senior year began with anxieties
and profound sadness
over a falling out
with my close...