Along the dark alleys,
hidden in shadows,
criminals reap what they think they’re owed.
This poem is about a panic attack I had at my workplace when a known child abuser touched my hand. I don’t quite remember what happened, only that I was so disgusted that I was left horrified when she gave me her change. If I was so scared, how must her children feel?
I never understand why others feel the need to blame one when their life isn’t going well, especially if it’s not their fault. Continue reading Never Again
Sometimes a person won’t like the way they look, but for me, I sometimes see flaws that aren’t really there. Continue reading A Girl Who Doesn’t Like Herself
Why do I turn my back
from those who really love me?
Why don’t I tune my heart
to those who really care? Continue reading Worth
my feet in the muck
of the wrongful demands
from those who have luck
on their sides. Continue reading Luck Doesn’t Exist
When you squint your eyes traffic lights brighten,
reminding you that the city lights can cause fears to lighten.
And when alone at twilight, looking up at the sky,
street lights bring you comfort as day turns to nigh. Continue reading Pain
Dance with me please,
or lets talk for awhile.
Cause I like when I’m with you,
when you make me smile.
Continue reading Complicated
Pillows, blankets, and suitcases filled to the brim
stuffed in the trunk of my car as I leave on a whim.
Running away has always been second nature to me,
when life gets too tough, I pack up and flee. Continue reading Fled