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...