Here, I'm here. I can't understand why! Why are walking past me like I'm a total zero.. I'm here. I'M ALIVE and BREATHING. I'm a human being.. I have feeling, but that is not why you ignore me, is it? You ignore me..because I'm that one invisible person no one wants to hang around. I'm a sinner, I drink, smoke, curse, but I'm here! I AM HERE! Alive and breathing.. It pains me to see people judge me by the cover. Judge me by my looks. My imperfect style choice.. my earings, my tattoos. Everything I am is judged by other people.. No matter what I do, I'm judged. I'm weak. I cry, hurt myself, but that doesn't help. That only makes it worse... believe me I tried.
All there is left to do. Is to shape up, start doing something about that "imperfect" body, do sports. TRY! Change your style, do your hair differently and when YOU are pleased with your looks, "drown" those people who judged you. Raise you head high and walk like a total boss!
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Spoken word poetry(ENG/LT)
PoetryPoems, morivational speeches, insecurities...all writen by my own hand. You can find a lot of emotional shit here so...enjoy.
