Am I difficult? am I undesirable? am I a burden?
once I took those words to be a joke,
eventually I started to believe them.
Avoiding seems easier than explaining,
acting stupid seem easier than to prove.
So I drove past others subconciously,
they're right, who would choose me?
YOU ARE READING
Perfectly Imperfect, You
PoetryA collection of the emotions you brought to me To the untouchable - love between two worlds *Translations for this book is strictly prohibited.* ® All Rights Reserved.
