The Diary of a Teenage Girl's Heart

Old poem back in 2007

I'm confused

I feel a little broken.

My mind is playing tricks on me again

Because I think I'm starting to like you.

Ever since I saw your picture,

I've been sort of thinking of you.

Stop toturing me,

Get off my mind.

I hate feeling so blue,

I hate feeling so werid.

My heart slightly beats when I see you;

I'm trying to deny this silly, little feeling

Pricking at me.

My mind is now poisioned,

But there's no way

That you'll every like me back

Because I'm only just a ghost to you.