There are things I want to tell you and thing I want to ask you... Here they are.
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Why am I not good enough?
Is it my height?
My weight?
My waist line?
Am I not pretty enough?
Am I intimidating?
Do you hate me?
Am I ugly?
I look at you and I see a sweet person...
and yet, I see a broken person when I look at you.
But I can help you fix it.
I'll listen.
I am wise, as I have been told by many adults and peers.
I'll do me best to help even if you don't want it.
I'll worry myself sick because I don't know what's wrong with you.
I like your eyes.
I love your smile.
Your laugh makes me happy.
Your a cool person.
But sometimes your an ass.
I'm strong though.
I can take a hit.
I've taken so many before.
My soul is shattered and I need someone to help me pick up the pieces.
Please see something in me...
YOU ARE READING
Words of the Heart and Mind
PoetryIf you like feels, and you like poetry, or you know me and don't know what's going on with me lately, this is something you should read.
