Poems from Macee

Who Am I? I work with something, I work to cure their tears, I work to help each one find their way, But most of all I love them all.   I...
Feels Like Love Love is not a sharp needle in a haystack, Love is not a needy necessity, Love does not fight back like an asthma attack,...
Happiness? When I am all alone, In my room, It feels like a combat zone, A combat zone of feelings that go boom.   Happiness in front,...
Monster I feel as if someone is watching, I feel as if they are judging, Then they always record me and keep on talking, But after looking...
The Social Phobic Poem Hiding away in a turtle shell, All I want to do is dwell, Over the fact that I am scared, Even though people really...