It all falls away… but for why? For what?
Prom dress Panadol overdose
I never made it
I cannot do spotlights
Highlights in my hair
I’m so pretty in my hideous dress
White powder is a white power trap
No date dork
Underneath the Raffles
Within my drugs of no release
Box gone panic
Has no effect
Home bound in disgrace on faux flowers
Poor mother
Notes found
Truth underground
What a gift of a child I was
This poem has energy and drive. Difficult children can be gifts, too. No date dork. Great punchy short lines. Try some poetry in your prose.