Don't call me pretty,
I'm not.
Don't call me smart,
I'm not.
Don't call me cute,
Because I'm not.
You all have this perfect image of who I am,
I don't know who I am how could you.
I seem happy all the time but I'm not,
You won't even realise that I fought.
Fought for my life, my dignity.
Being me is not easy.
Letting go of the past is not easy.
All those thoughts swimming in my mind,
replaying
again and again and again.
I'm troubled you see,
You only care about me.
Not the person inside
but the person outside.
The person who is happy and caring,
Not the one angry and tearing.
The one who smiles her way out,
Only to realise she's in doubt.
The one who seems down to earth,
Versus the one who has no worth.
I'm two faced you can say,
Only one is seen.
The other is to be redeemed.
So don't think that you know who I am,
I am more than you see,
There is a lot more left of me.
I am who I am and who are you to judge that?
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Destiny
PoetryA selection of poems. It is about the problems we face as a part of society today. It is how we are under constant fear of losing, not getting what we want. We can barely trust anyone in this world including ourselves. Ask yourself, Are you really h...
