I've been told
I have this beauty
Yet I feel ugly
Feelings I don't understand
Creeps into my body.
It storms my mind,
Leaving me confused
I don't know what to believe.
Who am I?I ask continuously
Different opinions of me
come in,
The more I try to understand me,
The more it becomes difficult.
Do i indeed have this beauty?
YOU ARE READING
His Kind Of Love
Poetry"He said he loved me, more than his mama" A collection of poems comprising of betrayals of innocence, confusion and introspection.
