Creative Writing Period 11 Forum Lyric poem

She likes songs about drifters,  Books about the same. She’s the giggle at the funeral, She can’t help it, she was born sick.   Her thoughts are loud, She can’t hear her mouth. Her hearts expired, She gives it away.   No one ever told her, People do not see through the very minimum. Perhaps if they had, She would’ve felt a little less insane.  

Good job!!! I like how you were talking about a girl, and not just towards everyone ya feel

this is beautiful like peter huedephol