Who am I truly?
Who am I to you?
Do you think I'm pretty?
Do you think I'm nice?
Do you think I need to get a life?
Do you think I'm ugly?
Or am super cute?
Do you think I'm worthy?
Do I need to improve?
Do you think I'm worth the pain?
Do you think my life is a waste?
Am I really funny?
Am I super weird?
Who am I?
Because I really want to know the truth.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
