I want to be happy, don't we all?
To enjoy what I do,
and to not give even a little cent
of care about what people
might think of me.
I have spent my previous years
worrying about not being perfect
like what they want me to be,
and I realized that I don’t want to waste
my remaining days overthinking
what I should do to be good enough
for their applause.
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't seek help with picking the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. I want for us to cease believing that we are just inconvenience for others. I wrote this book as raw a...
