I want somebody to be there.
I want somebody to open me up and look inside,
and when they see the blemishes,
they'll tell me, I'll be all right.
I want somebody to sew me up gently,
without trying to fix my insides.
I want them to be okay with everything they see inside.
My faults, my wrongs.
I want them to be okay with my hate, rage, and jealous feelings.
And when I say I don't want to feel this way,
when I hate myself every step of the way.
I want them to smile and tell me
I don't hate you.
I don't think you're a bad person.
I think you're normal and that everything your feeling is normal.
YOU ARE READING
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PoesiaThis is some of my creative writing. It's a collection a poems I hope you enjoy. Please vote and share your thoughts!