Black and baggy,
Unflattering and hot,
Comfortable and me
It hides my ugly figure,
Cloaks over my insecurities,
Covers my broken heart,
Holds my hands when I need it,
And hides the tears I cry when no one is looking at the poor girl in seat seventeen.
It may seem sad,
But no.
I do this all to myself.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
