Small.
Vulnerable.
Fragile.
Weak.
These are what you label me as.
Apparently if I dye my hair I'm a
Freak.
Rebel.
Attention seeker.
Wannabe.
If I cry in front of people that makes me a
Crybaby.
Loser.
Lame.
Fake person.
But then again if I express my emotions I'm known as a
Attention hogger.
Drama Queen.
Exaggeration.
Faker.
When I'm quiet I'm a nobody.
When I'm loud I'm obnoxious.
When I don't have sex I'm a prude.
When I do have sex I'm a slut.
When I do my work I'm a nerd.
When I don't I'm a moron.
When I'm angry I'm rude.
When I'm happy I'm bragging.
When I'm me,
I'm just a label you define me as.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from inside the depths of my head
PoesíaPoems and thoughts I think and can't seem to tell anyone without judgement or even belief. These come from the depths of my mind and I apologize if they make you cry.
