This poem is about cutting.

This poem is about the reflection I see. What is written in this poem such as "Blood stains my face" and "Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks", I am not being truthful. This never happened. This is simply an imaginative poem.

Something I wrote as I spoke too soon.

I wrote this poem on a trip to Ottawa, and it quickly became one of my favourites. This poem is from personal experience.

I prefer not to leave a description, it’s up to your own interpretation.

Looking in the mirror….this came to me.

This poem was written on December 9th, 2009. This poem is about cutting and depression.

This is a short written by me, about a girl and a boy who find out that they’re just right for each other.

I am the type of girl who knows how to act. I have manners, I understand politics, I do what I’m told. I’m Aldo, the type of girl that wears a mask every minute of the day. I’ve learned over the past four years who people want and what people like so that’s what I do.

A poem I wrote while depressed, and this was just all too true during it. I’m not sure how many of you will actually understand what I mean in this poem, but to me it is a blatant, yet hidden message. NOTE: When recited, in the second line, "again" is pronounced as with the second syllable long, almost like its two words, "A" and "gain."