Why do you wish to be like someone else,
Naming everything that you're not,
Instead of choosing to be yourself,
And avoiding every horrible thought?
Perfect does not exist,
It doesn't take the form of a star,
So why can't you write a list,
Of everything that you already are?
Who has caused you so much pain,
To make you feel this way?
Was it something that they said,
That left thoughts of doubt in your head?
Is there anything I can do,
To make you see my point of view?
There's one thing that I want to promise,
Perfect may not exist,
But to be entirely honest,
You're really not that far from it.
YOU ARE READING
A Psycho's Poetry.
PoetryThank you @Scarlett_Ivy for making this beautiful cover ❤ go follow her peeps, she writes some awesome stories too! Some of the poems I write when I feel like putting my emotions in to words.
