Some would say that I'm not old enough to have gone through any of this, but my life hasn't been easy. The poems I write are a record of some of the things I've gone through...things I couldn't forget or forgive until I put them down on paper. My strongest emotion is anger, but I also have a sarcastic and very cynical sense of humor. And due to certain circumstances, I am using a pseudonym.
Before this, these poems were sitting in my notebook, until my sister found them and kept urging me to let others see them. I put them on here to get a sense of what people's reactions would be to them.
I hardly ever take what people say too seriously about me or my work. Comment however you like. Criticism stopped scaring me a long time ago. Enjoy.
Some things just aren't
Worth it.
You fight, you cry,
You even get lost in
...
Of all the things he could have said,
That popped out instead.
'What? ! ' I cried.
He was surely fried.
...