Sometimes she likes
The way her hair curls
When she splashes around in the waves.
Sometimes she likes
The way her cheeks glow
After running and playing all day.
Sometimes she likes
The way her nails shine
When she gets them painted all pink.
Sometimes she likes
When the boys look her way
If they do she remembers to wink.
Sometimes she likes
The way other girls look
And wonders why she can't be like that.
Sometimes she likes
To wear lots of clothes
So that no one will ever think she's fat.
Sometimes she likes
To put on too much makeup
'Cause then no one will notice her flaws.
Sometimes she likes
The crisscrossing lines
Up and down her arms which she draws with a knife.
Sometimes she likes
How there's nobody there
To see her stain the carpet all red.
And sometimes she likes
To pretend she's alright
But mostly she'd rather be dead.
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Sometimes She Likes . . .
PoésieThis is a series of poems that I wrote, mostly about emotional struggles and sad things like that. Hopefully I'll be adding to it soon, but that all depends on the feedback. If you like it please leave a comment or whatever you feel like. Thanks a b...
