Sorry If I feel conscious about myself
I can't help it.
It's not because I'm trying to fit in
Or it is a trend
It's for me to feel I care about it
To love myself
In only for an instant,
Just when I walk around,
I don't feel all eyes on me,
Whisper that are so loud
For me to hear to comprehend.
I do this because I want to love me.
I always feel ugly, not satisfied not enough
For me to everybody.
So how can you tell me it's okay
Even If I don't.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
