She is counting all the time away,
Every second and hour of the day,
Disappointed in what she may weigh,
What started it all were words from they.
She looks in the mirror upon her wall,
Remembering all the names she was ever called,
For example: Rasputia, New Year’s Blimp, or a big haul,
She has so many memories that make her bawl.
She hides from the world the only place she feels safe,
In her house behind walls so no one has to see her ugly face,
And if someday she may come out to be brave,
It is because she is the better person who never forgets but forgave.
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Megan Rose's Poetry: Book Two
PoetryI hope you all enjoy my poetic writings. This is my 2nd poetry book on here. The first one can be found in this link below: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19509877-megan-rose%27s-poetry -Poet_Megan_Rose
