you don't choose who you are
you get shaped
as if made out of clay,
as if made out of scars.
you can't help what you are
you are warped
and odd
but i still love you
because i can't help what i am,
and i can't help loving you.
YOU ARE READING
the lowest heights
PoetryI thought to write this book as a little more abstract and informal because I needed something that's just a small escape from everyday life because, as all of you probably know, life is hard. I hope you enjoy these small poems and little rants. Tha...
