People always tell me that I need to keep living,
Because I can go far,
Because I can achieve things.
Because I'm smart,
Because I'm pretty,
Because I'm this,
Because I'm that.
I'm not here to live up to what you want me to be.
You want me to be pretty?
Watch me slice into my skin and ruin it.
You want me to be smart?
Watch me at the moments I throw down my pen.
You want me to achieve things?
Watch me live with my parents.
People tell me that I should keep living,
And I always respond with
I'll be the judge of that.
-I can't do this anymore.
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PuisiThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
