it's funny how people talk behind my back
racing fast, knocking my shoulder on the track
blocking my way
but i'm okay
rumors about me are spreading around the town
do you wonder why I never put my smile down?
and i still shine
like i'm the sun
maybe people hate the light, people hate the heat
but i'm burning, boiling inside and i can handle it
they throw the fire on my fire, it helps me breathe
"i'm not scared of being bright, just cry about it,
pour the rain on it."
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Strawberry Haze
Poetryamateur poetry written by heart in every feeling attacks I write one poem that describes the moment it continues until today light poems to read just for my stress relief - Poetry book vol 1.
