Me - Poem by lesley herrera
How could that be said?
Misleading first impressions. How horrible!
Wanting something and getting it.
Is that wrong? Some think so.
Bringing negative points to the surface
Narrow-minded thoughts revolving
Those words have been taunted. Repeatedly.
Obstinate and bullheaded. Yes
Inherited traits., . Honestly, it can’t be helped
I sit here thinking to myself.
If I can’t see, what others do
Is it possible?
I don’t know “me” at all.?
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