There isn't a script for life.
We can't just read a page and know exactly how everything will go.
We take it day by day.
We may get hurt,
but we will grow from the pain.
We learn.
We aren't all the same.
There isn't a human stereotype.
We judge ourselves for our differences.
We see our bodies, our hair, our smile
and we decide it's not enough for this world.
It is.
You are enough.
You are beautiful.
You are loved.
I learned this from my pain.
I chose to not sit and hurt anymore.
I chose to grow from your words,
your hate.
I chose to love myself
and put myself first sometimes.
My differences are what make me who I am.
I am my own breed.
My own person.
I am a wild flower who bloomed from your words.
YOU ARE READING
Simply Me
PoetrySimply Me is about my life and the ups and downs of it. Some parts of this story handle fun and exciting parts of my life, while other parts are heavier topics and about trying to push through bad days. Remember that your differences from the rest o...
