You tell me things
Things I don't like
I am not perfect
I can't ride a bike
But I try my best
Something you may not see
But something I do
Something to be
To be what I want
To do what I am
Don't tell me I can't
Because I know I can
You tell me it's not good enoguh
I can tell you you're not pleased
But I am proud of who I am
And any pain there was has been eased
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Heart.
PoetryThe tears have been long gone Since the page was torn apart I don't need the paper now I know my poems by heart The poems are my life for now Now, then, and forever These are the deepest depths of my heart Much heavier than a feather The life of me...