I don't need someone
To point out my faults.
Tell me when and how I can
Love someone at all.
Because it's me.
And no, it's not easy
to know right from wrong.
To bite my tongue
Or raise some hell--
Instead of following along.
I know I'm opinionated,
Stubborn & loud.
I don't really fit in.
More like I stick out.
But when I need help--
There's no one around.
No one to pick me up
When I feel down.
You gotta be all in
And not let me down.
I used to be nice,
Sincere, naive.
Until people like you
Killed the child in me.
Yet somehow I still stand
And refuse to leave.
I'm tired of the fakes,
The liars, & fiends
Who take advantage--
Makes me want to scream!
So call me a bitch,
Stuck up or just plain mean--
I'm just a product
Of your hate & schemes.
And yet I will fight
Until I am free
Of your sad opinions of me.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet & Dark Nothings
PoetryThe first collection of my poetry. Things that rattle through my mind in the night. Thoughts and fantasies, wishes and dreams, fears and sorrows.
