Poems from MariaHSMTP
I see it now- I am an idiot.
I want too much.
I don't work enough.
That is being an idiot.
School is hard. I learn, I study, I prepare.This is my card.This is all I can bare.
My mom works day and night. That is her fight.
Lately...
For my Mom:
I am sorry for the wasted nightsFor the endless fightsThat I had hopelessly brought up, just because.I am sorry for the times I...