I'm only sixteen and a mess.
Been to the best and rest.
I wanted a dream,
that could never be true.
To change myself for love of you.
Only to find myself a book like cover.
Inside the tears and crying shudders.
My life is a ruin, at every turn.
Only sixteen, it is absurd.
GOD made me in his special way.
I thought the other way.
Now I cry every day.
Even the boy looks, the other way.
Say's I'm a clown, a circus freak.
Looking into the mirror to seek.
Dimple on one cheek.
Eye shut like a freak.
from my new book,
THE BEGGAR plus SELECT POETRY
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