Jealous?
I know I'm pretty,
not to be vein...
I know if we play,
it's me that will gain.
I'm not dark,
not self absorbed...
It's my own life...
I cannot afford.
Just when do they see
past the flesh of me?
Just when do I truly
get to be me?
I can be dressed up,
I can be not dressed...
But it's my insides dear...
that you've missed.
I am a whole person,
with battle scars...
totally not my thing to hang out
in bars...
I cannot be caged,
inside me,
RAGE! ! ! !
So I cannot ask anything from
you...
But wait, yes, just in your
heart
be true.
Thank you! ! !
poem by JAR Poet
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