Biography of Jessica Goodell
I owe my interest in writing poems to my high school English teacher, Karen Lafary, at first I was reluctent and upset that we would have to write poems for class. After the first time it got easier and now I can't seem to stop writing. I will probably continue writing. I'm always carrying a small notebook and pen with me, and writing whenever inspiration hits me.
Jessica Goodell Poems
Everyday of my life I feel like a zombie.. Same routine Just different date.
I lay awake Thinking. I try to unravel Everything that has happened.
I lay here again. Alone! no sleep in sight. Maybe I should cry again
Does He Care?
Does he care? He says one thing But does another. He knows it hurts me
Love Of My Life
He tugs I pull He screams I yell
What happens now? Baby on the way. No money to help. I'm so scared!
Mysterious Over Protective Teacher Healer
Mothers are wise. Mothers are caring. Mothers are loving. Mothers are forgiving.
She looks through the pictures, And what does she see? 18 years of her oldest daughter. It seemed like just yesterday
A mother of five Obsessed Fun Crazy
Looking in the mirror what do I see? I see a girl. She's scared and putting herself through pain. She goes on putting her mask together.
Why does he pull away from me? What have I done? What do I do now? How do I make things better?
Make It Stop Please
Does he see me? Actually see me for who I am? I can't be sure. He says he loves me,
Looking in the mirror what do I see?
I see a girl.
She's scared and putting herself through pain.
She goes on putting her mask together.
Up goes her hair and on goes the make-up.
This is the girl everyone expects her to be.
She goes day by day pretending.
A fake smile, the best she can give.
She wants to be strong for the ones she loves,