I don't pretend to be what I'm not,
I'm not perfect, but GOD is my architect!
He is my creator that molded me,
My potter who created and sculpted me and
the world may not accept me for who I am and that's okay!
I'll only be miserable if I try to please people,
Their eyes that see like eagles,
Seeking in me,
qualities that I haven't got.
Forcing me to be someone I am not.
Looking for things that I don't have.
For it is not I,
who they really want,
As they already have someone else on their mind.
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Webbed Thoughts
PoetryRanked: #71 on Poetry Category November 16, 2016 Don't judge the book by it's cover, Have a look inside to uncover.. Even titles doesn't matter, For the content of a Book or a person's character, Isn't always defined by what people see on the outs...
