these days, i don't feel angry
but sorry for the ones who put
me down or even plan to do so.
these days, i don't feel guilty,
rather worthy, of beautiful things.
these days, i want to wear all my
labels, good or bad, without shame.
these days, i want to fight for myself
even if it means being called selfish.
these days, i wear my skin, unafraid,
and sing the songs that they hate.
these days, i dream to be happy with
myself and not to make them happy.
these days, i expect less, i think more
and cut off all forms of toxic friendships.
these days, i live for myself, and a few
beautiful people, who love me the most.
— SweetSimu.
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Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
