the abuse, the screams of people calling you ugly do you really know what its like? to know that you think that youre ugly because its drummed into your head? all the years spent in solitary thought, at one time thinking that no one could ever love me do you think or profess to know what that feels like? to believe that you didn't deserve love, and just wanting someone to hold you and comfort you when the world is uncaring? from the eyes of another i found my wings, and i am loved and cherished by the community the anger left at home, im prepared to laugh and have fun, not sit and brood and be in a bad mood all day the love i used to chase was not mine, it wouldn't be caught not by me, but i didn't know i would improve, i would become loved and liked by lots of people and that all it was about was jumping around because life is what you make it, life doesn't make you the time you spend getting angry and worrying about what others will think could be spent looking for someone who matters, someone who cares, someone to love because invariably, all of us, even those who say they don't. they all view themselves from the eyes of another ask them if they like what they see.
Reason for writing:
this is how i used to think.
Birth sign: Aries
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