Your standards don't define me Every cloud has a lining Just sometimes that lining's obscure
I'm not defined As that blurry grey line And I will not be ignored.
The topic of this poem is all over the place
I'm just really upset with my life right now And putting it into words without disrespecting or using names is the hardest thing to do. I won't belittle him like he belittles me My mistakes don't make me stupid My mistakes are cries for help So help me. I'm too scared to be wrong so I don't try to be right. I don't want to go to school anymore. Can someone else teach me. Can I go back to 7th grade.