Who, ME?
I was shy.
Always would deny,
Hanging out with friends.
Time went by,
This hurt me in the end.
I eventually opened back up,
Leaving self-consciousness behind.
I found happiness,
I AM the strongest I've ever been.
My best friend said,
You are beautiful.
It was then I realized,
I wasn't supposed to be disguised.
I was who I was,
Never to change.
Accept who you are,
You are beautiful.
I AM beautiful.
In more ways than one.
Accepting yourself makes you cheerful,
When trying to do so, never say "I'm done."
WE ARE beautiful,
In more ways than one.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world