Poems from Chelsea44

Me
Instability, Constant motion. This is my normal. Yelling, fighting, throwing. This is my childhood.   When they’d say write about what...
I look down at my arm The one on the left I see new scratches Ones that do not hurt I look to the other side Pale and smooth I examine...
Day in, day out We hear harsh words We get rejected We get shot down We get made fun of But you know what we don't do? We don't hurt other...
Why is it her fault? What did she do? He didn't hear her words, Didn't accept her saying no. Why is she to blame? Curled up on the...
Nothing sweeter than ice cold water to a parched mouth The sweet nectar oozes into the throat Nothing fresher than a crisp fruit to an...

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