Poems from dftbanotes

People have always told me what a happy person i am When my friends are sad they come to me because i will smile and tell them how good...
How long will I be second pick, best-friend-of-the-right-one girl? How often must I meet somebody good only to be asked for advice on the...
In sixth grade, they taught me how to hate my body I stood in a mirror and pinched at my stomach, called myself fat I couldn't have...