Summer : Writing

.:bullies:.

.:bullies:.

A Poem by Summer
playing with my hearts lies.

playing with my hearts lies.

A Poem by Summer


I wrote this with "the object of my affection" in the room. She does / doesn't know about how I feel.
words only a poet can erase.

words only a poet can erase.

A Poem by Summer


Not all the insults I was called throughout the month of January, but some.
Destroyed

Destroyed

A Poem by Summer


I was.. Angry. Let's say that. I ripped all my poetry books in half.
uncomfortable

uncomfortable

A Poem by Summer
a*****e

a*****e

A Poem by Summer


Since this poem is emotional for me, please do not review this poem, because it's my life; I don't need people correcting my mistakes.
self control

self control

A Poem by Summer
raw talent

raw talent

A Poem by Summer
a*****e.

a*****e.

A Poem by Summer


An autobiographical incident that I told police about today. I feel.. such a relief.