What a relief to tell the truth.
I don't have to worry about being someone else.
Now I'm boxing up the cookies that have set me free
And sending them off to the boy meant for me.
Love me not.
Love me not.
Love me not.
I'm waiting.
I'm not breaking.
The truth will set me free
Just like these cookies have let me be.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
