Yes, I know I can be stubborn.
And I am aware that i could be nicer to my brother.
I know that my diet may not be the best.
And I know sometimes I appear lazy because I just want to rest.
I won't deny I get emotional.
I sometimes fill my plate up too full.
My face may not always be clear.
And I have the weirdest fears.
I don't like sports as much as I should.
And if it was easy to be perfect, I would.
Yes I could be a lot better.
Give you more bragging rights.
But I could be a lot worse.
I could call you ugly or a mean name.
Or I could fill you with a bunch of shame.
I could call you out every time you cried.
And I could scold you every time you lied.
I could point out when you didn't achieve a goal.
Or every time you lost control.
When you ate more that you should.
And don't try as much as you could.
I could call you a drama queen.
And get angry when your room wasn't clean.
When you have a pimple on your face.
Or a traumatizing memory you just can't erase.
So I might not be the perfect child.
But Hun, get used to me cause I'm going to be here for a while.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PoesíaSometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
