all along the world
has told me I was broken
and woul not fit in
for years I believed this
molded myself into
a given shape
wore a mask and acted
until I realized that
there was no need for it
that I could easily be myself
no need to hide
and oh let me tell you
how much more
colourful the world looked after
I was confident enough to be my own
YOU ARE READING
the coffee table
PoetryWelcome to the complexity of my mind. Feel free to roam in the shelves above. Sit down at the coffee table and feel the printed pages between your fingers. Maybe you find a poem to read at night and the other for breakfast when the smell of coffee l...
