I am the girl no one believes. I am the girl no one believes. I got sick when I was twelve. No one believed me.
By Trish Shepherd4 years ago in Poets
Horror Rage Tears The words of being robbed Stolen from. All the money I had gone. No money for food No money for the doctor
By Trish Shepherd5 years ago in Poets
Run an errand for family Do not expect thanks They will never say it They will yell And they will complain Why did it take so long!
I have dog As little as can be His fur is black With new grey streaks I have a dog who is getting old And still bounces and greats the day
I miss the me who used to dance spinning and whirling bending and twisting I miss the me who ran everywhere hair flying behind her
You don't look sick you're too young to have that! If I had a penny for every time I heard that People judge what they can not see
The evil demon Fibromyalgia Today the demon has wrapped my legs in invisible barbed wire. I can feel each barb as they tear into me.
