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...