I'm Not One Of Those

Butterflies Are Always Following Me, Everywhere I Go.

I'm Stuck In 7th Grade & I Just Keep Getting Let Back

I Started Writing Poetry When I Was Six. I Had This Teacher Who Didn't Believe The Poems I'd Bring In Were Mine Because They Were Dark And Sad. But I Wrote About What I Experienced In My Childhood.

It Seems As Though I've Always Been,somebody Outside Looking In,well, Here I Am For All Of Them To Bleed,but They Can't Take My Heart From Me,and They Can't Bring Me To My Knees,they'll Never Know The Real Me.

I Can Do A Reddish-brown Or Brown Lip, But Not A Bright Red. I Just Don't Look Good In It. Over The Years You Learn Certain Things That Don't Look Good On You, And That's One Of Them For Me.