I killed my old self

I killed my old myself my flowers aren’t much prettier lilacs to roses nothing has changed but the way I look I killed my old self my wings aren’t much purer birds to bees nothing has changed but the way I move through the world I killed my old self my life isn’t much better…

My Poems

Today, I thought it would be interesting if I share one of my poems with you guys. The poem that I’m about to display is about a teacher that I had in 7th and 8th grade. Even though I was utterly terrified of her at first, in the end, she ended up being my role…