I'm not perfect and I won't apologise;
From the way I dress to the way I write.
Flaws scattered throughout like constellations;
You were so busy judging me on false expectations;
That you forgot to enjoy the utterly imperfect stars.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
