I wish I could draw a picture, of the girl I want to be.
So you can understand, how much I hate me.
I'd have long black hair, all the way to my waist.
My eyes wouldn't change colors, they would always stay the same.
I would be pretty and skinny, like a model on TV.
I wish I could show you, who I want to be.
My past wouldn't exist, and my scars would disappear.
People wouldn't pick on me, I would never have to shed a tear.
My family wouldn't be broken, in a million little pieces.
We'd all be perfectly happy, no hard feelings.
I wouldn't feel any pain, I wouldn't have to hurt.
He can't touch me anymore, he can't knock me into the dirt.
I wouldn't need, to cut or smoke.
I would be free, and finally have hope.
I wouldn't judge anyone, I could just be myself.
Everyone would accept me, I just need a little help...
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Poetry For Problem Children
PoetryEach chapter is a different poem. Please keep in mind that these were written while I was still a teen, so if they aren't the best I understand but don't be hateful. Constructive criticism is welcome. There may be one you like. Indulge yourself. And...