So sometimes I stand in the rain and think about my life
I think about why I can't do the things I want to without strife.
Why I am in a constant personal battle to be
Who I want without having to perpetually worry.
Everyday is a struggle to be myself
To try and take my soul off its dusty shelf
I NEED to live and laugh and love
WITHOUT the worry of what OTHERS are intolerant of
GOD please HELP me be free from these PRIDEFUL INSECURITIES
Help me to become a person of confidence and maturity.
Every step I take in hopeful determination
Takes me one step closer to my ideal manifestation
Eventually I will be able to experience the wonderful feeling
Of living without worrying about being perceived as unappealing
Until that happens I'll be here
Becoming my own puppeteer.
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The Wind on My Face: A Poetry Collection
PoesíaIdk even know man. Poetry. I probably sound pretty pretentious lol. *shrug*
