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.
Does he see me?
Actually see me for who I am?
I can't be sure.
He says he loves me,
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Why does he pull away from me?
What have I done?
What do I do now?
How do I make things better?
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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.
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