Poems from queensuga
It's like I feel like my grandparent's only grandchild and my mother's only child.
So, what am I to do when everything is just so crazy...
As my heart breaks and the tears start to flow. And I think about the good times we
have had over the years, I can't even lie to myself...
If you look at her closely
you can see that,
every now and then
she turns away from her group of friends;
a sad person,
a person who is...
I'm tired of the disrespect seems no one cares or even knows who I really am.
Why, I'm searching for peace everyone keeps on bringing out...
I got a boyfriend who loves me for who I am and he always tells the truth and
does right by me. So, I can't get mad if other girls want him...