Poems from Macee
Who Am I?
I work with something,
I work to cure their tears,
I work to help each one find their way,
But most of all I love them all.
I...
Feels Like Love
Love is not a sharp needle in a haystack,
Love is not a needy necessity,
Love does not fight back like an asthma attack,...
Happiness?
When I am all alone,
In my room,
It feels like a combat zone,
A combat zone of feelings that go boom.
Happiness in front,...
Monster
I feel as if someone is watching,
I feel as if they are judging,
Then they always record me and keep on talking,
But after looking...
The Social Phobic Poem
Hiding away in a turtle shell,
All I want to do is dwell,
Over the fact that I am scared,
Even though people really...