Good For Myself
I saw a poem on Tumblr and thought it'd fit here. I also thought you'd like it which I'm sure you will.
"when i was fifteen years old and wide-eyed
i thought i had the world.
it took me two years to realize
that the world is not made by broken girls who listen to lies
more than they listen to music.
it's infuriating to be told
"i'm no good for you,"
by someone who's shown you that the world
belongs to you and what you decide to do with it.
i spent two years being torn to shreds
thrown down
ripped apart
broken
and then told
"you deserve this."
i think i've experienced enough
to figure out what's good for myself."
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Sixteen
CasualeDear @ItsElla_x, It's your sixteenth birthday and because we do not live together and have never seen one another besides on a phone screen, this is the only gift I could give you. One which has meaning and isn't just something random like I do eve...
