Hate the flowers,
Hate the trees,
Hate the wind that’s blowing in the breeze.
Hate all the people,
Hate all the voices,
Hate all the comments about who I have chosen to be.
I’m sick of you telling me what to do.
It’s my life,
I’m through,
I’m done with all of you
YOU ARE READING
Paint Me Flawless
Poetry❝ Call me beautiful Paint me flawless Because I want to be accepted, And desired. ❞ (My lame poetry book)
