Do you know what it feels like to look over and see your best friend and boyfriend cheering you on?
Neither do I.
Do you know what it feels like to look in the mirror and feel confident about how you look and what you wear?
Neither do I.
Do you know what it feels like to look at your parents and feel the love still radiating off of them?
Neither do I.
Do you know what it feels like to write down everything you feel in a book?
So do I.
Do you know what it feels like to find comfort in the silence that surrounds you?
So do I.
Do you know what it feels like to pick yourself up after the hardest day of your life and keep on fighting?
So do I.
I may not have someone cheering me on, or always feel confident, or even know what true love is. Still I know how to express myself in my own way, I know how to be comfortable alone in silence, and most importantly I know how to keep fighting even if some days it's just for myself.
YOU ARE READING
Words to myself from myself.
PoetryThese are poems that's I wrote, and I did it for me. I don't expect people to really read any of these, I just needed to say the things in my head.
