Poems from vivianairene

I stand in front of my worst enemy, the mirrorI stare at my 5 foot 7 large frame body and I begin to cryThe feelings of sorrow over power...
And so my old ways would call me back, but I'd send them straight to voicemail No longer was i controlled by demons, but by myself Was...
And so my old ways would call me back, but I'd send them straight to voicemail No longer was i controlled by demons, but by myself Was...