Don't think I'm an angel
I've had my share of fuck ups and then some
The old chink in my armor is still there
I only come here seeking peace,
And I only come here seeking me.
I was stuck in my own mind
knowing it was wrong
ignoring the grim realities
allowing it to happen anyway
I want to think I'm not that person anymore
That I'm good enough for you
Despite my ill experience
I want to be your Kitten
I want to be your everything
This version of me
doesn't collect scars like she used to
No open wounds here
but skeletons in the closet
So why are you still full of fear?
I hope you understand
That my past experiences,
have only made me stronger
So shut me up when I get carried away
Cause I know you don't want to hear
what I have to say, about who I used to be
So distract me from the old me
and lets just be happy


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741