Jan 2014
Maybe someday I'll be
Someone I'm not
And please society,
And with that thought,
Disgustedly, I shudder.
I am beautiful the way I am,
I must continue to mutter.
Someone I'm not
And please society,
And with that thought,
Disgustedly, I shudder.
I am beautiful the way I am,
I must continue to mutter.
I tend to write poems all at once.
