Poems from TheDarkAngel17
where to start
where to place the blame
where did i stop being a kid
maybe it was when my fifth grade teacher told me
i couldnt wear shorts...
no means no
telling you to get off and pulling away means no
not now means no
i dont want to means no
i dont feel like it means no
i want...
finally found someone who makes me happy,
so why cant mom just be happy for me
she doesnt even know him and she chooses to hate
is there...
how do you tell someone something so crazy
that you cant see the light at the end of the tunnel
that youre an angel thats just been...
thanks to society she learned to hate her body
"youre skinny"
you must be anorexic
oh youre not okay heres an extra burger you need it...