Sneering faces,
Sharp-bladed insults,
Cold, flinty eyes, glaring at my back.
But who are you,
To tell me who I am is wrong?
You can say what you want.
But I don’t base my decisions,
Off of your opinions.
My life isn’t dependent on what you think.
Your hate,
will not change who I am.
So maybe,
you should stop wasting your time,
And learn how to love those you disagree with.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry!!
PoetryJust some poems that I write, be warned, some of them are kinda sad. Here ya go!
