what thing from earth created you? you somehow got all the perfect genetic information and came out like another worldly being, maybe you weren't even born. you just appeared one day out of the blue on this planet. I might put you on a pedestal of beauty and call you a "god", but my eyes see things and my mind creates ideas on how to make you better than the rest. You're probably like the most normal guy, with a possibly nice personality. Yet I'm like trash something completely different then what you are. Maybe I'm being hard on myself, but I'm not as pretty or attractive as you.
How can you be so perfect while other people have to try to look similar to you? I wonder to hard of how
YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poetryim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain
