Wrote this when i was six or seven.
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve