Poems from 16tknapp

Does it Matter?
People talking, looking away, disgust. I walk the hall hurt, confused, depressed. She's anorexic that or bulimic!  I'm not! Teachers hear...
Mocha
I'm sad, tears down my cheeks.  Walk to my room, the door slides open. His excitment, running, jumping, barking. My smile big, pearly...