What did I do wrong?
Why are you mad?
This is my personality.
This is me.
You don't like it?
Tell me. Why?
Oh.
Well,
I guess it's your loss.
Because I refuse to change for someone who doesn't accept true beauty. Who doesn't accept me.
The real me.
And if this is what you choose then I will refuse to talk about me.
Talk about acceptance.
Or talk about my personality.
I won't change for you.
I won't change for you, her, him, or them.
I. Won't. Change.
Those words.
Won't. Change.
In my head.
They are the strongest words to say.
But not for you.
You aren't real.
You are fake.
You equal nothing to this world because your made up person,
Doesn't exist.
So what did I do wrong?
Why are you mad?
Oh.
Because you only like fake people. You only like people who pretend.
YOU ARE READING
Poems...
PoetryI write crappy poems but sometimes they make me feel better. I'm hoping maybe they will make someone else feel better too. Also if you are sensitive to anything suicidal I wouldn't suggest reading this...
