Some say I'm selfish, others say I'm not
Some say I'm sweet, others say I'm mean
Some say I’m mature, others say I’m immature
Some say I’m smart, others say I’m stupid
Some say I’m strong, others say I’m weak
Everyone tells me something different
Everyone tells me something different
So, I keep wondering and asking
Which side is right?
Which side is wrong?
Who do I listen to?
Who do I follow?
Who could help me best?
Who could harm me most?
Whose blueprint do I use to construct myself?
I keep wondering for I don’t know myself
I don’t know myself
For all my life I’ve tried to fit what others say
But every time I take something from one person
Another person comes up with something different
Thus, I remain lost and confused
Broken and exhausted
Shapeless and unhappy
Looking for the next blueprint to follow
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book of poems
ПоэзияMy sincerest apologies for the horrible cover and title but essentially this is a poetry book of sorts divided into four sections. The first section is called 'Of Family found and Lost' The second section is called 'The Battles Within' The third sec...
