Biography of Leila Mass
I have been through alot in a little time. I show how i feel through my poems. If they are sad, I wrote them crying. If they are angry, I wrote them when I was livid. So on and so forth. My poems are the only way I really actually express my feelings, so they are important to me. Read and give me some feedback if you like. Please and thank you :) Oh, and I'm Puerto Rican (so I speak spanish)
Enjoy my poems!
Leila Mass Poems
I Don'T Understand
I do not understand Why there is racism Why people commit hate crimes Why innocent people die
Sad And Happy
Sadness crashed into my life Like a tornado with no warning When Christmas rolls around And my whole family isn't there
A Contradicting Love
It's almost like I can't stop, I feel like it's all I do. Whenever I sit to think, In my mind comes you.
I'm tired Not i went to sleep at 2: 00 am and had to wake up early Not like dozing off in class Not tired like I need more sleep
Love It unknowingly steals your heart Numbs the horrd pain Like the sun coming out on a rainy day
Death Some fear it Others embrace it People say they have looked death
Change was like a knife to my heart When my parents divorced And I was too young to understand Tears escaping a little girls eyes
Hate for many things Anger everyday Like an emotional bomb Soon to go off, for unknown reasons
I want to run away To a place of no pain Into a promising light Where only few have gone
A Nights Rest
After a tiresome day I lay on the cold, hard concrete Staring at the stars, hoping to put my mind to rest The faint cry of a dog for its owner, barely heard
Just Another Sunday
Just another Sunday Laying lazily on the couch Watching yet another movie Thinking about tomorow
A Hearts Decision
My heart's in a bunch, And I don't know what to do. Should I ignore my hunch, Or forever be with you?
What Should This Fair Maiden Do?
People say girls have too much emotions And that's what's causing my dilemma I'm forcing myself to choose Between bachelor Number One and bachelor Number Two.
Starting To Love
You are nothing but a tool With your endless dark eyes And your messy black hair And your exceptional face
Not i went to sleep at 2: 00 am and had to wake up early
Not like dozing off in class
Not tired like I need more sleep
But tired of bloody wars and useless fighting
Of seeing poor, starving children who look like very fragile twigs
Of those people who are victims of hate crimes beacuse they are
Of hearing about children plagued my bruises from abuse