I don't ask for pity,
Just an understanding.
I don't ask you to feel bad for me,
I just want you to know, who I am,
Before you make decisions about my luck and success.
And that is why I told you my story,
ME, the sufferer and the survivor.
But you see,
It is such a weird world.
When you see me succeed,
You think it is all luck.
And when I tell you my story,
All you do is pity me.
Why don't you look in between?
Why don't you see me rise?
Why don't you just see, what I have seen?
Why make decisions about where I have been?
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...