People liked to pick away the good parts of me
My kindness mistaken for deception
My loyalty perceived as being inconsiderate
My quietness recieved as rudeness
My unique ways recognized as being weird
My soft words seen as a coward
My bravery seen as rebellious
They picked and picked until there was nothing left to pick on
Until only bad traits remained and I was alone
Until I realized what they said didn't matter
Because who I was wasn't their business
It was mine
YOU ARE READING
Sad Souls
PoetryThings I never had the courage to say aloud but wrote down instead, hoping that one day another soul like myself would come across it; hoping that someday someone could relate and be able to say 'I am not alone.' ♡Poetry♡ (Cover wasn't drawn by me)
