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Indigo May 2019
“Be yourself,”
But then they tell me to change.
“Be unique,”
But then they frown down on all my differences.
“Don’t conform,”
But then they force me to follow their standards.
“Always love yourself,”
But then they call me narcissist and arrogant.
“Be kind,”
But then they tell me to stop being fake.
“Just relax,”
But then they call me lazy.
“Work harder,”
But then they call me too uptight.
“Money can’t buy happiness,”
But then they laugh at me for not being rich.
“Weight doesn’t matter,”
But then they tell me I’m not skinny enough.
“Enjoy being young while you can,”
But then they tell me to grow up.
“It’s okay to be sad,”
But then they tell me other people have it worse.
“Do what you love,”
But then they tell me I’ll never be successful.
“You’ll be okay,”
But then they leave me for someone else.
“It will get better,”
But then they tell me that I’m being overdramatic.
“Be yourself,”
But I no longer know who that is.
This is my most popular poem yet. I hope y'all like it. Or love it:)
Indigo May 2019
6 years old.
Bright eyes, purple ribbons flying in the wind,
pigtails, and a toothless smile.
Mirror am I pretty yet?

10 years old.
Ponytail, bobby pins trying to tame my messy hair,
scraped up knees, and a crooked smile.
Mirror am I pretty yet?

14 years old.
Straight hair, form fitting clothing,
mascara running down my face, and a broken smile.
Mirror am I pretty yet?

16 years old.
Purple and black hair in a messy bun, scared eyes,
Scared wrists, and a fake smile.
Mirror am I pretty yet?
If you are worried, this no longer applies to me. I used to struggle with mental health but I got help and no longer am unstable.
Indigo May 2019
I am not the girl
That you would find on the cover of a magazine
I am not the girl
That guys try to get attention from
I am not the girl
That makes guys get butterflies
Whenever she smiles or looks at them
No
I am not that girl
But
I am the girl
That smiles at everyone that she meets
I am the girl
That can’t wear heels
Because she still trips over things
That aren’t even there
While wearing Vans and Converse
I am the girl
That likes to dance and sing off key
Even though everyone is watching
I am the girl
That gets flustered and acts awkward
When she is around a person that she likes
Yes
I am that girl
But
I am still the girl
That sometimes
Deals with having
Low self-esteem
I am still the girl
That secretly wishes
For a guy to call her
Beautiful
I am still the girl
That sometimes cries
When she is alone
Yes
I am that girl
But
I am still the girl
That will someday find
A guy who likes her for her
I am still the girl
That tries to make everyone smile
But I am still the girl
That will someday
Change the world
Indigo May 2019
Maybe you don’t see people looking at you because you aren’t looking at them.
Maybe you don’t hear all the good things that people say about you because you’re too focused on the bad.
Maybe you’re a lot more wonderful, beautiful, and special than you ever give yourself credit for.
Indigo May 2019
I’m not the girl that your mother warns you about.
I won’t break your heart.
I won’t kiss your best friend.
I won’t make you choose between what you love and me.
I’m not that cold.
I’m not that reckless.
But if you give me a chance.
I will love you more than anything.
I will kiss you when you cry.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.
And even then;
I will still love you.
Indigo May 2019
I guess I’m just tired.
Tired of being ******* about behind my back.
Tired of being laughed at.
Tired of trying to be confident.
Tired of being made fun of.
Tired of feeling ugly.
Tired of people not noticing me.
Tired of not being as cool and pretty as them.
Tired of being left.
Tired of being ignored.
Tired of feeling unloved.
Tired of no one caring.
Tired of pretending to be happy.
Tired of always having to put on a fake smile.
When all I want to do is cry.
Indigo May 2019
I’m from markers.
From Vans and Goodwill.
I am from the hood.
(Dark, busy, and full of pain and screams.)
I’m from diamonds and daisies.
Hard to the core,
And simple but complicated.
I’m from many ballet performances and curly untamable hair.
From nothing and no one.
From the always perfect and never perfect.
From the you’re being overdramatic and stop talking so much.
I’m from the non-religion and celebrates almost anything.
I’m from Cambodia and Afro American.
I’m from lasagna and Pinot Gris.
From the prison cells.
The mistakes, house to house, and from the fists and bruises.
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