To whom it concerns,
This poem is quite real not
some mutated ideal.
To whom it concerns,
I get up like everybody else.
I don't just lie in bed and melt.
To whom it concerns,
I get out of bed and rush to school.
As the breeze hits my cheeks it's cool.
To whom it concerns,
At school I am no beauty queen,
Or mean I am just trying to get by,
Keeping my record clean.
To whom it concerns,
I am just a normal girl.
Not super hero trying to save the world.
To whom it concerns,
I have blindsides.
But when hit I hide the pain inside.
I am writting this to anyone to whom it concerns.
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 To_Write_Love_On_His_Arm · Sun Nov 02, 2008 @ 04:55am · 0 Comments |
