Feeling bored. I slept late lastnight..about 2pm. And feeling like writing another poem during April Fool. Don't know wanna put what title for this one..
Titile: (Haven't decide yet..) Looking through the mirror Aching with sadness Feeling torn apart
I'm a girl Who wants to be free Who wants something more Who wants to be blessed with a nice look Everyday people look at me Criticizing and Getting cold looks as I walked
Somehow i felt being cut on my vein Holding tears inside Covering my face with a smiling mask It was hardly noticeable
I've seen How guys flirt on pretty-cute girls How girls flirt on good-looking guys How people judge other people Ignoring the within
I'm a girl Hiding in the darkness Being haunted by the cruel criticism posted by -Val- on Saturday, April 01, 2006