Poems from mosborne1995
I don't recognize my own reflection anymore.
That sad, broken girl in the mirror can't be me, can it?
How did this happen?
How do I fix...
From the moment I walked in those doors all you people have seen are the price tags on my clothes.
You don't see the person wearing them....
All I want is to learn how to teach
Not just learn to make to a living but to learn so others may learn from me.
I want to be someone...