Weirdo weirdo that's what I've been called.
When I was young and when I'm old.
No one stopped and bothered to see.
What is there inside of me.
They keep throwing things and calling me names.
And making fun of my goals and aims.
No one knows what I've been through.
Even mum doesn't know too.
The fat, the creep and the weirdest one.
The tragic, the sad who can never have fun.
I won't change for the sake of you.
I'll only change when I want to.
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When words speak
Poesía"When words speak" is a collection of different kinds of motivational, criticising, sad and romantic poems & writings. I hope you like it guys ❤
