I can't pretend
to know myself.
Because all I know,
are the lies I tell myself.
Am I beautiful?
I don't believe so.
Am I smart?
From the views of others, Yes.
Am I kind?
My friends say yes.
Am I shy?
I think so.
Others can't know the real me,
the real Julliette;
until I know myself.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Inside and Out
PoetryJust to be clear, this is poetry, not a story. I'm sorry if you don't like that stuff, but it's what I am writing lately. I will be writing another "story" that's more like a diary. Thanks for reading! Bye! :D -Julliette Dawn
