Who gave them the right to judge me
For I am a helpless victim of
My own soul
My own mind
I cannot submerge into
my own vicious regret
For I am too deep already
I feel like my chest is caving in
Every breath I take is deathly
One step closer to my end
But one day farther from my beginning
I am not the greatest woman
I am not the prettiest girl
I am not the most fashionable
But I am imperfect
I am crazy
I am beautiful
I am lazy
I am wonderful
I am intelligent
And I couldn't care less of what you think
Because I am me
I am a imperfect perfection
And to be honest
Your insults
They build character
So I will be the best I can be
And in the end
You won't matter
Because as long as I'm happy
I'll never have to settle
YOU ARE READING
Heart of Moss
PoesieThis is a book of my everyday life and what I feel. This is my life and I would love for you to live through it with me. It's from rants, to poetry, to just plain writing. It's bout whatever sucks ass or whatever is unbelievably awesome and whatever...
