Look,
I can cook.
I do it because it's fun
And it makes me competent
And I don't care what you think.
Look,
I can write.
I do it because it calms me down
And it makes me smarter than you
And I don't care what you think
Look,
I can cry.
I do it because it's OK.
And I can't bottle my emotions anymore.
And I don't care what you think.
Look,
I can bleed.
It happens whenever I am hurt,
And it can never make me weak.
And I don't care what you think.
Look,
I can exist.
I do it because I like it.
And there is so much left for me to do.
And I don't care what you think.
YOU ARE READING
The balled of heart, mind, and soul.
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I am working on. Each poem focuses on human emotions that you might have felt or may be feeling right now