What is Love? What is life? What am I? Just a ridiculed little girl? A fool? Stupid? Emotionless? One could same I'm all of the above. One could say I'm not. Am I perfect? No. Am I not enough? Guess not. If I fell in love, how do I fall out of it? Nothing is working, what should I do. Fall? Stay? No answers have been answered. -mommamafia

Sooo this is probably the last poem I'll do in April maybe till the end of may idk yet.