You tell me I'm ugly,
You tell me I'm stupid,
You tell me I will never amount to anything,
But as you say this I want you to know,
Your hurtful words,
They only serve to push me forward,
The lower you try to push me,
The higher I will rise.
I want you to know,
That I - I'm beautiful,
I - I'm smart,
I - I will be successful,
I - I will prove you wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Ticking
PoetryThe struggle is real - My attempts at poetry. Why the title? Life's a ticking clock, and it only stops once, when your time is up. Between that period, from when it starts till stops, you have the opportunity to make something of yourself. Be amazi...
