Why
I don't know why I am the way I am.
I don't know why I talk the way I talk.
And walk the way I walk.
I don't know why I prefer movies over books.
I don't know why I cry over my looks.
I had lost myself for a long time.
But now, it's my time to shine.
I will walk with my head up.
I will wave to strangers in the street.
I will rejoice when I want to.
I won't always dress as neat.
I'm living for myself.
I wouldn't rather be anyone else.
When I get told "you act too old" or "your heart has gotten so cold".
I will look around.
I will sing a beautiful sound.
I will be happy that I stuck around.
I will be happy to finally be found.
Copyright © Justa Poet | Year Posted 2024
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