help

When I look in the mirror
I see a mess
When she looks at me
she see what she wants to be
This little girl
will always love me
no matter what
unconditionally.
I've let my self down
and everyone else too.
then she looks at me and
her rosie lips speak
"sissy, I love You."
I've cried all day
because of what they all say.
I feel dirty
and messy
and betrayed
and she says
"sissy, You look very pretty today."
I hate myself
I scream
"I want to die"
I can't take it.
Life blows.
as she brings tears to my eyes
she whispers,
"Sissy, Please Don't Go."

It Just Keeps Getting Better
Hey guys. Well some of you actually took the initiative to write. Many thanks to all of you who did, and those who haven't, get busy. My email address is on the page but just for the sake of it, sashapup27@yahoo.com. You can reach me there as well as by submitting comments.
Question:
Dear Moose, There's a guy at my school who thinks it's funny to tease me. He got a bunch of his friends to call me really annoying names, and he talks to me like an idiot. Lately, though, he's been nicer, and shier it seems. I think he might like me. But I don't know if I like him or not. I might. I have a feeling he's going to ask me out soon, but what if I'm not ready? What should I tell him? I can't just tell him "let me think about it".....I need to know whether it would be a good relationship for me?
Signed: Gossip Girl

I wrote this poem in April (I think):

stressed
been working
so hard

the pain
it's almost
unbearable

my life
a drawing
erased
redrawn
started over

switching interests
can't make up
my mind

nothing stays the same
everything keeps
changing

i learned that
she's leaving
soon

no word on
whether or not
he'll stay

the emotion
the drama
too much
all at once

i need things
not to change
all the time

i'm growing up
getting older
my body tries
to catch up with my brain

everyone says
i'm mature
they trust me
to be perfect

but i'm still
learning
believe it
or not

they both
trust me
i need
them both

help

she said
she'll give me
her email address
but that's
not enough

i pray
they'll always
be there

and they won't

already
i've lost him
once

will i be able
to recover
if he's lost
again

we're closer now
than ever
before

we think each others
thoughts
we speak each others
words

he's full
of self-pity

and knows it.

he doesn't want
anyone listening
to his
complaints

but he's afraid
that if they don't
he'll be

alone

when he really
needs help.

The ink
spreading slowly over his palm

H E L P

Why stop there?
he asks himself
Soon it's everywhere
His entire hand
consumed by the word
Thanks to a Bic
and Sharpie.

It's because he wants help
for something that can't be helped

but he always dreams.

does anyone want to comment on my work
it should be all over
tnx
emily

Why do you hit me?
Why don't you love me?
I'm supposed to be your pet
"Man's best friend"
That's what I'm called
But all you do is
Yell at me and
Push me around
Can't anyone save me?
My pain never ends
Unless other people are around
Then I'm safe
But only for a little while
I try to hide
But you always find me
There's a knock on the door
And I hear a man
Say my name