Here I stand
Begging
On my knees
For you to acknowledge my identity
I'm not some perfect person
Constructed in your head
Flawless and cold
Shiny
Hard
Plastic
I am an individual
With a cause
And an identity all my own
The plastic me is overrated
And I'm more than that
If you can't see me for me
Then I guess this is goodbye
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PuisiIdeas spark in my head like vines and I have no control over them as they climb the infrastructure of my consciousness. A collection of poems I write in the middle of the night, or wake up out of a dead sleep to jot down
