If it makes you feel any better,
I'm not happy
My life is lonely
I can't help how I look
The number of friends I have
You can count on three fingers
One of which is my house keeper
Paid friend
I've loved, but never known the feeling of being loved
I can't grace the world with another child
My legs no longer permit me the beauty of dance
I'm a former coke addict, current drunk
I cry too much and whine the world full
I deny myself the joy of colour in my wears
I'm a *****
No, I've not had any "plastic surgery"
I am that I am
Another anonymous mammal
I intake too much caffeine
Lately too much nicotine
I cuss and have fits
Tantrums,
As I am right now
Yea,
Just another anonymous mammal
I've gotten messages as of late saying that the only reason anyone reads my junk or bothers to "like" my words is because of my picture. This pained me for a bit. But I'm not taking my picture down. I'm no "**" and all I want to do is read and write poetry. In peace. I won't hide like a little girl behind a block button. So keep em coming, all the hateful messages and words. I give my real name and face here. That's the way it stays.