I was never pretty or perfect or happy.
I was never meek or quiet or calm.
I was always intelligent, and loud and pushy,
Someone my parents didn't want me to be.
So every time I opened my mouth,
They stuffed it shut with pink, garish flowers.
Their paper dissolved like lies into my mouth,
And soon hung like stitches, trapping my words from the inside out.
The more I try to speak,
The more my mouth gets filled with pink paper petals,
And my lips get tainted fuchsia.
-Stubbornness isn't always good.
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoetryThis 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.
