Stop.
I am strong
I am brave
I am beautiful
I can soar to the heavens and back again
But at times it seems
I am wrong
I am too bold?
I am ugly?
I am weak.
No one loves me?
But this is not a pity song,
Everyone feels low
Do not prey on me
It could make these insecurities
Grow
Please don't torment me long,
I'm afraid of you being right.
Your words burn me
Worse than any fight.
These scars won't fade you know.
They will tell me I am wrong
To think I am anything more than useless
To believe I am strong
To know I am beautiful
My confidence will refuse to show.
Please. Just leave me alone.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
Our world