(2014)
This poem is to show how everyone likes to controle other pople, or how some are controlled
You can remember my voice, smile, hair, and even the littlest things, but the worst part of all is when you can not remember my face. The way my lips turn up into the crooked you use to...
When I open my eyes what do I see? A home... family... love. No that’s not what I see. A home is warm, Corey, and make you feel safe and secure. I only feel lost and afraid. What I see ...