The coming of age.
Freckles under eyelids.
Flowing down to
Red lips.
Studs pierced in.
A very seasoned coming of age.
Where my beliefs are questioned.
Nails clawing into my palms
Blowing tabletops.
Smashing chairs into skulls.
I feel the right
I feel wrong.
I feel right in the wrong.
The wrong in the right.
Judge what you see.
Judge what you hear.
Judge what you feel.
I'm pretty sure there's an air about me.
There is something peculiar about me.
When you are crossing the threshold.
Lean over and whisper into my ears.
The truth of who you are.
Tear your mouth and screech.
You...
Be true to the shallowness in the mirror.
ESTÁ A LER
Growing
PoesiaA collection of cliche poems illustrating the struggles of a dramatic teenager accompanied by average photography.
