Who sees me
how I see me?
No one truthfully.
I am not the girl that wants to stay quiet.
I have a loud mind.
I want to shout.
But I can't.
Others judge me.
I can't stand it.
They say I'm nice and pretty.
I say nothing.
But my mind is yelling.
It's telling me it's false,
they're wrong.
And I know that my mind is right.
The hardest part is,
the quietest people have the loudest minds.
I must contain my voice.
Listen to my mind
and stay in line.
YOU ARE READING
Carry On
PoesiaA collection of poems that I wrote during random moments of my life.