I wonder if it's a crime,
if my poetry doesn't have a rhyme,
Simile,
& imagery
in a line.
I wonder if I am as they label,
if I talk back and act like a rebel;
Smart,
sassy
& not so noble.
I wonder if I'll be called as dirty,
if I act boyish and not girly;
Loud,
chaotic
& unruly.
I wonder if I'm not what they expect,
they can call me imperfect,
Unwanted,
& broken
with defects.
But D A M N what others say,
I live my life in my very own way,
Like it is
my last day
everyday.
Cause I have lost the real me,
When I was who I'm supposed to be.
Now, I'm that girl who's always me,
And not what they expect me to be.
- so back off, please.
Author's note :
I have struggled with being myself. I have always been a people pleaser and did what I'm supposed to do and been what I'm supposed to be and as a result, I lost the real me.
I couldn't find who the real me was and now, I'm slowly finding her. It's a hard process but anything that asks you to change yourself is worth nothing. It's perfectly fine to be imperfect, cause imperfections makes you, you and there's nothing more perfect and beautiful than that.
I hope you stay true to yourself. ❤️
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