Biography of tiera parker
I live in hondah, arizona. i grew up with my little sister who i rarely talk to. she hates me. so does my mother who i dont talk to. i live with my aunt and uncle. i write poems to help me deal with the real world. most poems are how i really feel but some arent.. but yea. im 18 and i take cosmetology classes and i also go to high school. im emotional sometimes and i tend to feel for others alot. if i see someone hurting i cant help but feel bad. im not to hard to understand but ppl dont really know the real me. im obnoxious, i love laughing and i live for good times.. even tho i dont always have them... anything else? ? just ask
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tiera parker Poems
My Best Friend
My best friend that always has my back, I trust him with my secrets, and that’s a fact. He makes me smile when I’m feeling blue, Something no one else could ever do.
Waiting for your phone call, I wanna hear your voice. You being so far away, Would never be my choice.
My heart is hurting but nobody knows, I smile everyday and put on a show. My feelings are hidden, My past is disgusied,
i entered this program not knowing what to expect, coming here i will never regret. meet so many people whom i hold so dear in my heart, describing these girls, i wouldn't know where to start.
should i do it and break their trust? deep down i know it's not a must. change my life back to the way it used to be, searching and searching, i can't find the real me.
Why must u lie like it’s so cool? If only your parents knew the real you. What must be going thru your head? What makes you say half the things you’ve said?
Trying To Love
Keep complaining, Saying what you want, My love for you is dying, And that cannot be fought.
The Person I Don'T Want To Be, The Perso...
Getting high just for fun, Fake smiles thrown at everyone, Hides myself under a blanket, Hear the music and crank it.
the only one who knew the real me, now who will my best friend be? i sit here in pure emptiness, could this really be for the best?
the feeling in your lip seems to disappear, the warmness in your tummy, it's all right here. take a few drinks it'll make you talk, have too much, you wont' be able to walk.
this was really not what I expected, what must've been going thru your head? the things you do I just don't understand, so badly do I want to comprehend,
Trying To Love
Saying what you want,
My love for you is dying,
And that cannot be fought.
I am compelled to share my secret,
Of how I do not love you so,
Or for my love of another just keeps seeming to grow.
So I look at you deeply,
Lie like it’s the truth,