Well this is my first post and I’m quite nervous. This poem I wrote when I was contemplating about life and I remember coming to a concluson that no matter what I am people do not have the right to judge me because they are either being hypocrites or do not know enough about me to start judging me. So here goes.
Whether I’m a poor child,
Whether I’m a rich kid,
Hate me, love me’
It is still me.
Whether I’m gloomy,
Whether I’m jolly,
Hate me love me,
It is still me.
Whether I’m deranged,
Whether I’m level headed,
Hate me, love me,
It is still me.
Whether I’m a nightmare,
Whether I’m fair,
Hate me love me,
It is still me.
Whether I’m a bore,
Whether I’m a charmer,
Hate me love me,
It is still me.
Whether I’m maladroit,
Whether I’m adroit,
Hate me love me,
It is still me,
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