Poems from Michaela Bell
You'd think school is for the education, the diploma, the endless possibilities of ways to go for the future. So many ways I could leave...
You can see most of the moods that I am in every day. Whether you're ready to introduce a lesson from hell, or let us relax through any...
You can see me smile. And think I'm okay. But I'm not. Can't you see? I'm an enemy to myself. And everyday I wish I wasn't here. I try...