It's so hard to be happy in my own skin
When I walk around it feels like I'm in a lions din
I'm suffocating, my emotions are overflowing in a bin
Wish my self esteem was as strong as my shin
Im being criticized by men
I need a pen , I need a friend
On a scale of one to ten
How bad is my tan ?
Why is one part of my body lighter than the other ?
I'm so confused, let me ask my mother
"You're perfectly beautiful daughter "
If she's telling the truth then why'd she stutter?
She had me but she's not a certified potter
At this point why do I even bother ?
How rude !
Am I really questioning Gods creations !
The one that created all the nations ?
There are people in the hospital
Taking their last breath little by little
Fighting skin disease but their time is whittle
Yet here I am being ungrateful
The nerve of me to think this way, how shameful
can't believe I didn't see it before, how disgraceful
I should be happy Not sad
My uneven skin doesn't define me
I should be happy not sad
I'm at different level of mentality, that's maturity.
I should be happy not sad
Finally I've defeated Insecurity
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PoetryI find it easier to write about the things that are hard to talk about. I conquered the inability to sustain a consistent character that does not depend on anyone to make me happy. This book is for anyone going through an emotional rollercoaster, an...
