I hear it when you talk about me
And the next day, have the nerve to ask
"Do you think I'm mean?"
I spent mornings
thinking about what you did
Mornings I will never get back
With you out of my head
I thought there was something wrong with me
When you went on and on
That you'd never seen the likes of me
I wasted time worrying about
what you thought
Until I finally figured out
Your words were less than lost
As I forgot what you said
with each given day
As the pain finally faded away
I remember how good it is to be me
Because I would never make someone feel at unease
And I remember why I do what I do
And none of it reminds me of you
You probably thought
you were impressing someone
But all I see is someone who lives to taunt
Run along sentences
about what you thought of me
I will never, completely agree
Because you don't know me as well as you think
I am the page with all
of the odd ink
The page with the bends at the tip
Because I know I have been ripped
But the reason it is so good to be me
Is because I always repair
quite naturally
No need to remind me what I've done
There will always be someone
Who doesn't like the way you talk
And will always have something to say about the way you walk
But something I always remember
Is that they underestimated the brain of a
winner
That loving me won't take long
Because I'll always have something
That they thought was gone
YOU ARE READING
Titanium
شِعر❝A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried. Neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.❞
