A secondary school student, trying to figure out who I am and what I enjoy.
They say you can't love someone without loving yourself first, I don't believe in that. I never loved myself, never thought I could do it.
By Jazz Allen7 years ago in Poets
His mother always let him down, Called him names, pushed him around, she never joined in his childhood games. By his fifteenth birthday,
The undisturbed sound of calling birds Echoing all around, rebounding off every surface, forever calling with no response,
