Who am I?
Just a passing stranger
In this weird world we live in
Who am I?
Just a fleeting human
In an endless universe
I am certain that I'm alive
Yet I question if I'm living
I've been picked on
I've been picked last
I've been stepped on
I've been walked past
But I've finally put my foot down
No longer will your words shake me
No longer will your actions break me
I've decided to start living
In a world that no longer condones that
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PuisiA collection of thoughts put into words so that they aren't forgotten.
