Comments about Chelsea Varvaro
Droplets of rain run down my bedroom window,
I watch the crystal clear beads drip down the glass.
Droplets of water drip from the bathroom faucet,
Making the slightest noise with every >splash<.
I sit in my room -alone and unheard,
Thinking of how my life has become.
I get up and look in my full length mirror,
My body-the palace of my soul.
I can't look at myself any longer,