August 2, 2016
With scars they see, they judge me
With swollen eyes, they question me
On days I'm absent, they rumor
When I'm too silent, they hover
-Kimberly
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryA girl so unpredictable. Thought of as weird yet lovely. While she's lost in her own little mind. With a huge universe within. A restless mind. With endless, swirling thoughts inside. A mess she indeed is. But for that, she's mistaken. Judged and Mi...
