I am...A Poem by Sarah W. French
I paint my face
red lips, pink cheeks, and a perfect smile put in place. I imagine my body standing straight, with out a single wrinkle. My hands are clasped holding my hopes, behind closed finger tips. I am a doll molded for you, changing with each breath. I am a girl who wants approval, but is too scared to get it. I am a faerytale a thing on the verge of reality, but never truly believed. © 2012 Sarah W. FrenchReviews
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StatsAuthorSarah W. FrenchPAAboutI won't be publishing all my poems on here but I am putting them on my tumblr. Please check them out. I'm a 16 year old girl who mostly writes poems. I have been verbally bullied and use poetry t.. more..Writing
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