Poems from haliyma.clay.9
This man looked at me.
he's nasty.
i looked around its just me and him all alone.
what do I do now?
so I ran.
i ran so fast and so far....
They look at me.
They're judging me and it's hurting me.
because they don't understand me.
so I ask God who else can I be?
but I like me...
