I'm done saying sorry,
I'm done wishing I were dead,
I'm done crying over what some people said.
I will keep my head high,
I will keep my smiles real,
I will not be afraid to say what I feel.
I won't say I'm ugly,
I won't hate everything about me,
I won't lock myself up, I'll be free
I say this every morning,
Wanting to start again,
But then night comes,
And the real me comes with it.
The one who say I'm sorry,
Wishing I were dead,
Bawling my eyes out over what some people said.
Keeping my head low,
My smiles not at all real,
Too afraid to say what I feel.
I am ugly,
I hate everything about me,
I am locked up, never to be set free.
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.
