Quiet and ugly,
They gossip with glee.
Sweet and snuggly
Is what they don't see.
Strange and a geek
Is what they say.
Cool and unique,
Oh, what I'll be someday.
Scary and loud,
They mutter when I strut.
Scarred and proud,
Because I took a shot to the gut.
Small and scruffy,
That's what they call me...
Cute, and Fluffy,
It's what I want to be!
Yes, we know that we
Are shattered, tattered, battered, and torn...
But, we are as perfect as perfect can be
And this is how we've grown since we were born.
YOU ARE READING
Daisies & Lightning
PoetrySmall, big, short, long, and strange poems, created and edited by Taelum Elizibeth Starborn.
