She wanted to be different
She wanted to be extraordinary
She loved being weird,
enjoyed being crazy
But once she discovered
just how different she was,
she longed to be normal
Craved to be just like
everyone else
Because now that she was different,
she despised herself
YOU ARE READING
Ink and Tears
PoetryPoems I wrote with a bleeding pen and a bleeding heart. Pages soaked in tears and words I write while being ripped apart.
