Poems from fluorescentadolescent

Ink and paper. Such simple items we use in our humdrum life.  Who knew they could create such wonders. Different worlds are created on ink...
People say I'm the problem. Most of the time I actually believe them.. Wallowing in my own self pity, I isolate myself from the others....
  Of course, we all know how to love. Does one not know how to breathe the air from above? Love hits us at times we perceive as unexpected...
Freak, Loser, Hopeless, Worthless. These words followed her home. She clicked the lock on the bathroom door so no one could hear her sobs...