Poems from Weridthings8me
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. i'm so tired of people telling me that beauty is pain because I've been hurt so many...
You know that extra puzzle piece in the box that is me. I have a purpose but no one's knows what it is.
They try and mold me cut down...
I listen to everyone but my self because they expect me to. It's annoying. They expect me to be perfect why can they expect that I'm not....
Society, society, society learn to love me.
I look in the mirror and I hear that little voice screaming at me. The flaws that made me...
We're not depressed or stressed. We're strapped with pain and shame, because we can't aim to to reach our goals. Today is not the day. Stop...