I wanna be good
I wanna be right
I wanna be pretty
I don't wanna fight.
I wanna be known
As someone with a soul
As someone with a heart
As someone else.
I'm tired of waiting
For someone to see me
For who I am
Rather than what.
I wish I could wake up
And walk out my door
Without making myself fit into a small little box
I wanna stop acting like everyone expects, everyone wants
I wanna be me
I wanna let the world see me
Without expectations or harsh sentences.
I know that's all they are
sentences
But they hit hard
And they scar
And they stuff me farther and farther into that little box.
I just want to have someone
To accept me for who I am
To iron out my flaws
To make me who I want to be
To make me perfect
Like a butterfly.
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PoetryThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
