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there are going to be moments when you’re sad and you don’t know why or maybe because middle school just plain sucks and your mom doesn’t understand and maybe she never will
Dear Me: You’re finding steps where steps didn’t used to be I admire that, I really do Days have gotten harder and you’re still Finding smiles where you couldn’t There isn’t a rhyme scheme anymore
Once upon a time, there lived a child with big hope and little dreams. The child wanted to see the world and find that dream. Once upon a time, there was a teen with big dreams and little hope.
Why am I here? What purpose does this have?I am so tired, I just want to sleep.Of myself, I feel I am only halve.Maybe less, but now I am in too deep. It's time to die, time to die, time to die.I'm too tired to work.
I’m not religious. I mean, I was when I was younger. I was brought up in Christian family. God was my saviour.
she says, "I knew I was getting better when I starting singing again" so I stop humming along to the noise spilling out of my radio. I wait for the sadness to crawl up my throat,
You laughed at the girl who sat alone, Insults thrown at her like rocks, her name unknown. She was the girl who sat in the dark, Her once-happy heart, torn apart. You laughed at the girl who sat silent,
I'm Seventeen. I talked to my counselor today. The school won’t let me back to class without a note from a therapist;