Poems about Bullying
Preschool was easy,
Kids dressed in plaid,
Struggling only with the idea
That their Mommy might get mad.
Looking through the lens of my childhood self ...the world was iridescent
Watching the way the sunlight creeps in between the closed, dark blue curtains of my new city apartment brings me back to the neighbourho
I sometimes have the feeling that I can’t recognize myself.
When I look into the mirror and the image reflected back at
She is always watching. She is always there. Breaking me down, telling me what I can and can’t do.
Life is falling apart, Don't trust it.
Life is a crutch, give up on fixing it.
Life is much, Don't give in to it.