Why should I smile?
You expect me to.
Why should I walk in and close the door softly?
Does slamming it shut on your face make you uncomfortable?
Why should I be polite?
Is being rude so unpalatable?
Why should I be like you?
I'm not the image that stares back at you in front of the mirror.
My feet are not the ones that wear your shoes.
YOU ARE READING
Deliriously Yours
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that are concise and honest in their approach. They don't preach, they simply are. Within he poems there is a thread of naivety that tugs at you, whilst at the same time there is a sense of worldliness and depth that ba...
