lovethyself
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How am I supposed to be confident when I have so many flaws. From the mistakes I make, the risk I take, to the scars, open cuts, wounds on my body.
I'm not exactly the prettiest flower in the bouquet,
Engrossed in perky pageant petals.
He, she, they, or I,
a deep dwelling in those crystal eyes.
Emotion built, brick by brick,
head, heart, and soul that play these tricks.
Arms wound around your waste, yours around their neck,
I am all I am
I am neither brave nor am I strong
I am all I am
I am neither smart nor wise beyond my years
I am all I am
I am not overly courageous nor out going
I am all I am
Why is there so much hate in this world?
Everywhere I lend an ear I hear insults about a
HUMAN...being
just that.
HUMAN
Being: too straight, too gay, so black, so white
