Sometimes when I'd look around all I'd get is stares,
but I could never tell the kind looks from the glares.
I'd constantly needed repair,
on my self-esteem whenever it would tear.
But now the face of confidence is always what I wear,
so more will I care,
for the words or actions you dare,
I can't hear your judgment over the volume of my hair.
-s.j.
YOU ARE READING
the healing
PoesiaThese are a collection of poems about my reflections on the best moments of my life and the things that brought the light into my life again. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy :)
