Poems from Tabitha Glass
The real me has a different name
The real me wants to be adventurous and outgoing
I don't want to have anxiety
I don't want to be sick
The...
Death is just a doorway,
To my faithful lover
My hands create things
My hands are great
But I hate them
If I could change anything about myself
It would be my hands
I've applied just about everywhere
I'm hoping I get this one
That this will be a spectacular catch
I dance all the time
For the thrill of it
Tossing
Turning
Jumping
Twirling
I am graceful