Look at my hands, rough, dry, pallid They spark out, when rubbed with wall, solid, Look at my hands, rough, dry, pallid They spark out, when rubbed with wall, s...

This poem talks about the struggles of a Bipolar adolescent who throughout her young age battles var... This poem talks about the struggles of a Bipolar adolescent who throughout her y...

A poem about the young night.... A poem about the young night....

You charmed me While we were young, You charmed me While we were young,

I don't know what's come of me lately Each time that I see a beautiful girl I don't know what's come of me lately Each time that I see a beautiful girl

I know what I am I have the courage To stand against all odds When I am convinced I stan... I know what I am I have the courage To stand against all odds When I am...