And I can be kinda loud
But I'm still proud
To be me
See?
This is what it's like
To be true to yourself
To never be like
My life is on a shelf
And I cant reach for it
But that's not how it
Is around here
Sure I have a tear
Every now and then
But when
I feel like that
I ignore my dad
Because he probably caused so much bad
And I cry myself to sleep
Praying to keep
It away from him
But he makes me depressed
Like I'm not good enough
And I try to impress
But I'm not good enough
He doesn't like how I dress
Like I'm not good enough
Its not like I'm perfect
And I wont ever be perfect
I just want to be me
And honestly
How sad is that
That I can't be me and accepted?
*(A poem to my father, To prove I'm unlike any other) *
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem