i feel like i'm finally free of you, i don't quite know what to do.
oh, your thoughts, how they plagued me -
now my own can be seen.
they say to be your own self, don't be defined by something else.
however, i find it quite hard;
the books of love, the movies of beauty, the poems hate, the world of cruelty.
how can i not be defined by the boy of desires?
or because some say i'll go to hell if i dare call her name in my sleep.
what am i, if not depressed or angry?
i've had that all my life, what should i do,
now that i am not?
i am not the prettiest, my body isn't flat as a table,
curvy as the waves,
small as the dresses in the local mall.
i can't stand their hate; i don't have in me to be the same way.
i don't care for your gender or your lover.
what is perfection, if not original and undistorted?
so label me, if you should ; i won't care at all.
i won't bother labeling you for something you're not;
DU LIEST GERADE
the Angry Girl
Poesiesome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry