I need to learn that it is okay to be imperfect
There is nothing wrong with me
There is simply hate and judgment clouding everyone's eyes
I am beautiful
When people try to drag me down
I need to take a breathe in and out
Remain calm
Is this worth worrying or becoming angry over?
Is what I need to ask myself
Life is once
Nothing is repeatable
The same as the three seconds before a segment of time where everything hurts
If you need to cry then do so
It is okay
You are not weak
Strong people embrace their emotions
Being you
Being different
Makes you unique
You're not like everyone else
And that's not a bad thing
You are your own singular person
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