I read my book silently
And try to concentrate on the words
But my mind is really aching
And my body feels worse
I move my neck to ease the weight,
But to no no avail, fail
My arms limp beside me
And my feet prickling like nails
I try to look at the phrases before me
But none of them look right
Then again, neither do I
My being a pitiful sight
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.
