Wasted fake smilez wander across my face,
I walk wit out elegance, walk wit out grace.
Jus anotha gurl, from the east side of town,
Glass half empty, puttin' on a frown.
Before I could walk I knew how to fight,
Nd I'll Neva admit, cause I'm alwayz rite.
Skin tough as a solid brick wall, goin' down fightin' alwayz standin' tall.
A past to fear, a past to scare, Enough blood to create the worst nitemare.
But beneath the surface, I'm jus lyk any otha gurl,
Jus anotha bloody fist survivin' in the world. But if u even kno me.
U kno life has been rough, nd on the surface I alwayz look so strong nd tough.
There'z so much I don't have the courage to show,
I'm so dam gud at fakin' , u'll neva even kno !
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My Poems of Life
PoëzieThese are sum of my best poems that I have wrote threw the years, writing poetry was and is my release of my feelings, thoughts and stressors. If you read my poems and they relate to you or help you in anyway I would love to hear about it! I hope th...
