How can you say you know me
When my skin is all you see,
My pale, freckled face,
But never the frown that's underneath.
Have you ever seen me shaking,
Or the tear running down my face?
Because I don't think you know me,
Let alone the frown that's hidden beneath.
YOU ARE READING
poetry/writing :)
Poetryi used to hate poetry, but now i write poems almost every day. ahhh i'm turning into a basic white girl.
