Where is your help?Why aren't you helping me? I'm doing everything I can, Give me hope, Give me strength, Help me become the person that you want me to be.
By Ashton Lighthall6 years ago in Poets
Throughout the bright morning sky, The Sun is so bright it never blinded me, The meadow swayed beautifully, The tall trees take chances like me.
I look in the shattered mirror. And I try to see myself, Without looking at an image of terror. The reflection I see is like a wolf.