My hair is a like a bird's nest
When I wake up every morning.
I get pimples and red days
Are the worst of my being.
I wear jeans instead of skirts,
And tees instead of dresses.
I smile but I get mad,
I get scared and mostly sad.
I'm not into drinks and parties,
Those are not my kind of stuff.
I'm into books and movies,
In my hand a coffee cup.
I don't cuss but I'm not
The good girl in the story.
I just know when to say
"Thank you" and "I'm sorry".
I'm not a perfect girl,
And I will never be.
If you haven't seen it before,
Baby, I'm just me.

BINABASA MO ANG
Lyrical Paradox | ✔
PoetryEnglish and Tagalog Compilation | #3 IN POETRY | The Fiction Awards 2016 Winner © 2016 kyeriella all rights reserved book cover made by @OhWanderlust_