FemaleMember since 20 May 12Age 18Last online 6 years ago

Since 4th grade, I've wanted to be a writer. I had this amazing teacher who loved writing poetry and such. I write poetry more than stories because it's easier to express my feelings but I love writing stories too. People have called my stories/poetry 'horrible' 'weird' 'not good enough' and other things like that. But I've never cared because it just motivates me more. :)

  • Bethany Styles

    mumbled "Who Cares. - Written By Me."

    Who cares.
    Who cares if you're short or tall.
    Who cares is you're fat or skinny.
    Who cares if you're in love with someone who doesn't know you exist.
    Who cares if you're shy.
    Who cares about your clothes.
    Who cares if you're poor.
    Who cares if your friends on facebook is only a two-digit number.
  • Bethany Styles

    mumbled "Take My Hand. - Written By Me [;"

    I understand I'm not the beautiful girl that you want to be with. But I need you. I need you to hold me in your arms. I need you to take my hand. Just for this moment right here. That's all I ask.
    I understand that I'm imperfect. I don't own the prettiest clothes. But I need you. I need you to just take my hand.
    I understand that my face is not so beautiful. I don't have the urge to go put loads of make-up on my face. But for right now, I need you to take my hand.
    I'm lost. I'm insecure. I'm bullied. I'm confused.
    I need you.
    I need you to take my hand. Just for this moment.
  • Bethany Styles

    mumbled "Lost. - Original Poem."

    As I watched you walk away
    A friendship was lost.
    I promise you I was dying inside..
    So I could avoid the costs.
    I just hate the fact that things were un-said
    So many things I could've told..
    But you weren't ready I saw
    The storm was way too cold.
    It got worse,
    So many battles with the rain
    Then came the thunder
    With a whistle of a train.
    But please,
    Can't we avast this all?
    I miss you dearly
    I want to catch you when you fall.
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