I don't know where I was.
I don't know where I'm going to be.
I don't know why things happen.
I don't know how people see me.
I don't know why people hate me.
I don't know why people love me.
I don't know why I'm here.
I don't know how I got here.
I don't know what the world wants.
I don't know what people want from me.
I don't know why they get mad.
But,
It doesn't matter where I was.
I'll figure out where I'm going to be.
I can't control what happens to me.
I am who I am, no matter how people see me.
There will always be people that hate me.
I appreciate the people that love me.
It doesn't matter why I'm here.
It doesn't matter how I got here.
It just matters that I'm here.
If the world really wants something, it'll happen.
I shouldn't just be doing what people want.
If people get mad that's their problem.
I am me,
And I always will be.
I am who I want to be
Because I want to be it.
I
Am
Me.
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Flowers in the Night
PoesiaWell this is just a bunch of random poetry. Stuff might get slightly dark, but for the most part, it has a good message. It's kinda just whatever I think of. Feel free to read when you're bored or just want some stuff to think about.