She is as hollow as a tree
always pushing everyone away.
As blue as a rainy day
Because of all the pain.
She is April.
She is as lonely
as a lost lamb.
She is as moody
as the weather.
She is me
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Pieces of My Heart
PoetryIn middle school, lots of things happened to me. I became accident prone, breaking one thing after another. I also moved and lost my best friends. Some of the people at the new school were nice to me at first. But like most typical schools, they onl...
