A girl is tired of being mistreated.

When you have had both good and bad love, you can easily tell the difference.

A poem about getting into bad relationships.

Don’t let other people see you cry.

Another piece of Poetry from me….a look inside of me.

Maybe there should be some more regulations against who can and cannot be a teacher.

Looking into myself and the things I kept hiding.

About my life and how I feel, the way people treat me, it’s a song kind of.

Have no feeling.

About a girl who was mistreated and is a recluse. She refuses help from anyone and is afraid of everyone and everything.