I've accepted
That my life is
A mess.
I've accepted
That I'm nothing
More then
An object
For men.
Is it okay?
Probably not.
But for now it'll have to be.
Because let's
Be honest
I don't know who I am
Do you?
All I know is
That I want
Happiness and
If I carry this
Chip on my
Shoulder forever
I'll never truly
Live.
-anastasia
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Anastasia's Heart
PoetryThese writings are all me. How I feel everyday or at least most days... I have a few journals and try to write what's in my journals on here so I don't lose what I feel explains me... Read if you please or don't. I can't make you like what might not...
