WHY?

I wanted to talk about it.

I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs.

Why?

Why are people selfish?
Why do people prefer their happiness over others?

Why can’t people just be honest and accepting?

We all make mistakes.

We all have issues.

We can’t always be perfect,

And we are all trying to figure out where we stand in the world.

Is that so bad?

How everyone is different

Everyone is unique

No one should be afraid to be who they want to be.

Why are we afraid?

Is it because we are afraid to be judged by others?

Afraid to be different

Afraid that the people we love the most won’t accept us?

The real question is….

Why would you love the people that can’t love you for who you are?

Be your best self.

No matter who’s judging.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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