Desiree Marceliussen Poems

Why must people judge others,
by apperance, and not personality.

'Why am I teased day by day,
...

Haunting me, stalking me,
the little girl wants me to see.
Brown hair, brown eyes,
wilted smile, always cries...
...

Nobody is perfect, it's a fact of life,
but please end this strife...

People tease as much as they please,
...

What the hell is wrong with me,
I'm no longer myself, I can no longer
see..
...

She has revealed herself to me,
her tormented screams, I hear
everywhere I go..
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All I want is a friend
that I could truly cherish.

A someone that can
...

Can you help me?
I am still lost,
Pull me out, before it's
to late.
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I feel alone, over-joyed,
but sad, hidden in the
basement...
...

I'm not what I look like, I'm
darker within, show me
the light, then maybe I'll
'glisten'.
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The little ghost girl,
so fragile and soft,
she had no name, it was
forever lost.
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