There's more to me,
then what meet's the eye.
My crop tops,
my short shorts,
my boobs,
do not define who I am.
It doesn't make me any
less smart,
it doesn't make me
any less beautiful on the inside.
It does not define who I am.
But no one really get's that,
and all I get are "Be my trophy wife."
Yet all I really want is
someone to realize there is more
to me then my looks.
I'm not a "blonde bimbo"
and I'm not "dumb" or "stupid"
because I dye my hair blonde.
I'm five feet of awesomeness.
I've struggled,
I've fallen,
but I get right back up.
It may take me a while,
but I stand again.
No one really see's my scars,
on my skin or in my mind.
No one really knows what
I have gone through,
I hate telling people things
because it makes it more difficult
when they leave.
And they always do.
I look like I'm thirteen but
my mind is aged hundreds of years.
I act like I'm five,
but I never really had a childhood.
I am me,
my looks do not define me.
My personality and intellect should,
but no one ever want's to get to know
a "pretty girl."
They never want to look deeper
then just my looks.
But I have so much more going for me...
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Poems...
PoesíaPoems I wrote and thought I would share them... they are kind of dark and personal so...
