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

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