I can only blame myself
When the fire in my heart
The anger coloring my veins
Turns into heavy downfall of unwanted tears
Like myself unwanted
Pain
They all call it a weakness
Showing emotions
But they'll never know how hard it's to face monsters
And break everyday yet rise out at every dawn
And celebrate something
Which is looked down upon
Celebrate yourself
Dear friend
For they never will
And you don't need them either
I tell you today
Even if you'll never hear my voice
Or I know your fears
Its ok
You're going to be alright
You are perfect
You don't need to be
What everyone else wants you to be
Just be content and be happy
Be whatever whoever you want to be
You are irreplaceable
You are hope
You are a survivor
You are the best at being you
And don't let anyone tell other wise
You are the song
When everybody else is silence
A poem
When they are meaning less incoherent words
You are beautiful
When they are busy envying you moi ange
A star
In the darkness
The moon
With its phases
That poets keep withering after
Trying in vain to capture the beauty and grace of something so majestically unearthly
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
