For a moment
My guards come down
And I let my heart win
I tell myself
This is where my story will begin
A beacon of hope for my own self
I remind myself I need no help
For I can do what they say that I can't
Because with you or alone,
I will not let my kind heart turn to stone.
YOU ARE READING
Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
