My weired poem? What do you think?

Question

A white stick in her hand,

shes constantly in demand.

Shes sees things blurred,

whilst she slurrs her words.

Once night falls shes up,

when the sun comes up shes down.

She listens to her favourite song,

whilst she wonders why her life went wrong.

At only 15 shes still lifes young dream,

she remembers when she ate ice cream.

The taste was so sweet, not now though.

Whilst Mikey is all she has,

she feels asif shes going mad.

In a way, shes glad.

Answer 1

its not that bad but the beginngin is weird!!

Answer 2

I think..

vividly painted and sad...

So young.. youth spent...  

Answer 3

in pain managent ..i understand your poem. keep sharing. i write poems from my heart and usually cry after i  read it..i don t fully  understand the white stick and mikey. either the stick is a male named mikey or you like to contol(run the show). the mikey is also a bottle of alcohol.and i know because i been there at age 14. i am now 51 and have 25 yrs sobriety.keep sharing my gf. it will help to heal as long as you share  with the right people.you are not glad, get honest with you! seach until you find self love. note: men can be like alcohol and drugs.If you can not love the girl you are. then you must change the parts that you do not love.

Answer 4

lol, nice.... creative, and tells a story, you should make it longer, it sounds cool.

Answer 5

wow love it well done theres more comming right? :P

x

Answer 6

Wow! Great.