Poems from meredith.whitten95
"Sticks and stones may break my bones", but words have more power than the biggest army.
With each break, bones heal stronger,
but internal...
Her mirror belongs in a carnival, a wrong distorted image of what she looks like.
She'll try to bend herself to make that reflection look...
Every morning she paints on her face.
She removes the bags from under her eyes, and hides the ones lying inside.
She tries her best to...