Poems from Stormie Shadle
The dog is in the corner of the room
Doesn’t know what he did wrong
His owner holds a belt
Ready to leave a welt
Smack…smack…smack goes...
You go to school
You put your books and book bag in your locker
While you get the stuff for your next class
BAM!!
Your face is now smashed...
Oh my how dark it is
My world
My day
My night
All so dark
Where is my light?
I you see suffer from not one but 3 mental disorders
All make...
The true me you ask?
Why the true me is a mystery my dear
No one cares to know the true me
Unless you are related
Or a dear friend you see...
I may not be much of a poet,
I am not skilled in this kind of thing,
but I do have plenty to say
I hve plenty to teach
I have ideas in...