If only
it were possible
to be loved
for who I am
and not
for who I was.
I am told that
someone
out there will
love me
despite my flaws
like pessimism
and grudges
and hatred
and personality.
They will
love me
despite my flaws
like my large nose
and body shape
and weight
and physical appearance.
Someone will
love me.
Won't they?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoesíaLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
