The Real Problem... Poem by Poetry Therapy

The Real Problem...



Am I pretty?
Am I ugly?
Am I someone everyone can like?
Am I cold?
Am I soft?
Am I anything at all?
Am I cool?
Am I good?
Am I anything to you?
Why worry about these things?
When wars do exist,
when hunger takes over,
and people die young.
Now do I really care how I look?
Or does the world make me to?

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