I'm so tired
Of letting people perceptions of me
Dictate how i act or what i believe
About me
Who the hell cares
If they think i can't make it
Who the hell cares if they're still stuck with a version of me i deleted
Who the hell cares
If they don't believe i'm not gonna make it
As long as i believe in me
I can achieve anything
Who the hell cares
If they potray me as a kid
When i look at myself in the mirror
All that i can see
Is the fire in my eyes
All that i can see
Is a beautiful woman
A strong woman
Who the hell cares
If they think i'm not gonna do anything
And that my art isn't going to pay my bills
Who the hell cares
What they think
At the end of the day
What only matters is
What i think of me
And damn
I think highly of me
(Go cry about it, b*tch!)
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l'arte di accogliere il sole
PoetryQueste raccolte di poesie rappresentano e sono la testimonianza del mio percorso di guarigione interiore. Il titolo rappresenta lo scopo stesso di questo processo, accogliere il bello che la vita ha da offrire, concentrandosi sul positivo e lasciar...
