I have a story to be told.
It's sad and depressing and you want it to end.
Walk a mile in my shoes and see how bad they feel.
Like they're squeezing the sanity out of you,
But I make them fit, no, I make myself fit.
It's like a sweet pain watching the insides stain with my blood.
Least no one can see them.
I've built an image of myself that I don't fit in.
I've come out with scars scratches and bruises.
Sticks and stones broke my bones,
Your words still hurt ricochet off the walls of my mind.
If you can't understand my insecurities than stop pointing them out.
It was too hard and painful to hide them but harder to accept them.
My body is a temple stop trying to knock it down.
I have walls and warriors to protect me but, I have a heart you told me you'd protect.
Now here we are with walls I should've built higher,
Warriors I should've trained harder,
and you I should've kept away from.
I'm beautiful in my own skin because it's mine,
These eyes are beautiful because they're mine,
My mind is beautiful because it's mine ,
My body is beautiful because it's mine,
but my heart is ugly, because it's yours.
YOU ARE READING
Caboodles of nonsense
PoetryI have written these things, Boy I hope you like them, And if you don't Well shucks. Have fun and take this, with a pitch of salt. 😁
