Cutting Through the BS
"Tact is just saying not true stuff; I'll pass" - Cordelia Chase
No qualms in walking
To the girl who talks behind my back
And talking to her front.
No reason to censor
The words I speak
to people who try
not to understand me.
No tact, just bluntness
When I, and only I,
speak the hard truths.
They laugh and love the way I'm me.
No need to hate
(behind their backs)
the way I speak
I do this because I want to
And I love me
Through choice of my own
I speak with no filter
Don't need Valencia to hide
My flaws or fears
I display them proudly, clear
As day.
This poem is about:
Me