My body
doesn't define me
My past is
not something for you to judge
My thoughts and actions are
not something for you to hold against me
Don't you dare put me in a box made from all the things
you think I should be
Because I mean at the end of the day,
what you think
about me
what you say and tell others
about me
Is just how YOU feel about me
and what's the sense in poisoning good strangers
against me
Just because you FUCKED UP
and brought out the bad side
the side you use to judge me
.....tell me....
Am I really the monster here?
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poetry
PoesiaHi everyone, I have been inspired by my best friend to share my poetry and so this is what this book is going to be all about. Please note that these poems are all my own, except the ones I give credits to the author, so if anyone would like to shar...
