Poems from tripdaisies

one day I looked at the world i made a personal choice long ago that i would vow to see the beauty in it even though most of the time  it...
 in third grade i was the weird girl with glasses freckled face  head hung low whispers of "she's weird" "why is she so quiet" i didn't...
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed...