I stand on an edge
The mind is racing and I have nowhere to go
I'm told over and over again to take my life slow
That racing to the end was not the answer
But if I go any slower than I am now I hear the words
They are tossed in my mind like the song from those little songbirds
None of them are good
They are there to remind me that I'll never be pretty
And if I tell anyone all I ever see is a pity
I used to think I was alone
But I was struggling and no one seemed to care
No one took a Second Glance or glance at all to make sure I was there
Because I'd never be good enough
And it didn't matter who I was because I was never perfect
That I never existed unless someone need to collect
I never realized how stupid I was
I never realized but I had a friend
She was there every time I thought it was the end
She was there
Never noticed how much she really cared for me
How much every time I thought I was alone that you wanted me to be free
Now I know better
I know if I ever need her she'll be waiting
She never ever is judging or is hating
We are not alone
We never realize that there's actually someone there
Someone who actually worries and cares
We may think and we are alone
But we have a friend
Someone who will reprimand
Someone who will remind and chastise every time we think we are wrong, ugly, and useless just because someone says so
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poems of an angry angel
PoetryI don't know exactly how to explain it it's a book of a original poems. A lot of them are sad if you don't like sad things probably shouldn't read this. They are also full of determination. That I just want to change and writing it out makes it easi...
