You're almost done with that art project you've been working on,
It only needs one more detail on the wing,
you go to add that final touch and mess up everything.
You spent two hours doing your hair and finally got it right.
Then you go outside
and, of course, it rains all night.
You're all dressed up and looking bomb, you put all your best makeup on,
Calling all your friends you plan to hang at five,
but they are all busy and your fun quickly dies
You've had that pencil in the sharpener,
for almost a minute now,
the point is satisfactory, when the sharpened led falls out.
You try to not get angry, you try not to have a cow,
but you could waste hours trying to get matching brows.
One is always too thick, or one is super thin,
either way it always seems, that you can never win.
You struggle with your hair, and your struggle with your clothes,
you struggle with your parents,
who never let you leave your home.
You struggle with other students, and you struggle with your mind,
every time that you calm down, they remind you it's not ¨Fine¨.
So try not to get frustrated and try not to freak out.
Gather up your courage and read this part out loud,
I am not perfect,
and I will never be,
the only thing I'm best at,
is simply being me.
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Evolution Of Everything
PoezjaA collection of poems, spoken word, and verbal processing. It's mostly here as a reminder for me of where I was and where I am, so that I never forget. Some of them are silly and fun, but most of them are deeply personal accounts of some of my harde...
