Me Poem by Laura arwen

I'm finding my
way in this
rude and impolite
world
I don't fear
the blackness only
humans
I judge myself
everyday for no
reason
When I'm dead
I have a
lot of regrets
I have a
last chance to
cure my sick
soul
I want to
fight my fears
because they are
exhausting like demons
I fear the
night because I
can have horrible
nightmares
I don't want
change my mind
I don't live
without negativity
I'm sure to
sleep and dream
When I'm dead
I wanna sleep
on a bed
of roses
I criticize myself
for my devastating
despair
My emotions are
broken because I'm
frustrated
I don't see
any open road
for my future
I don't try
to be perfect
because it's not
in my personality
I have many
doubts on what
I want
I'm a small
dreamer