Remember me for my personality, not my appearance.
Recall my skill, not my lack of.
Reminisce my being, not my tardiness.
Realize my mistakes, but do not let them become me.
And lastly,
reappear my sins, as I sadly leave them open to my peers, uncontrollably.
I do not wish to be known for my faults, yet there are too many to ignore. We all make mistakes, but mine are scattered upon the floor.
Everyone knows them. Everyone sees them. But I just wish for this one thing to be brushed underneath the rug.
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.
