• fariah712 5w

    I'm sixteen year old girl with moss colored hair,sparkles and funny clothes,who feels lonely sometimes.
    I do not ask to be understood because I can't even understand myself .
    I ask to be accepted ,
    I ask to be accepted as I am.
    I do not want to be told what potential I have, or what my future holds.
    I do not want to be told that I'm going nowhere in life because I skipped the math test.
    I question my existence, my meaning.
    I question what the "real world " is ,and why I'm not there.
    I feel happy with no shoes on.
    I feel lonesome in a crowded room.
    Sometimes my heart bleeds and I cry
    Laughter echoes in my mind .
    I am told to be different, to be myself.
    But then I'm told what to wear and how to act.
    I like to write and rumors hurt.
    Please don't try to understand me,nor judge me too quickly.
    My name doesn't matter,
    My heart is open.

    Here's a beautiful poetry
    By Alexie Perry
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    Sometimes my heart bleeds..

    I do not want to be understood because I can't even understand myself.










    I'm told to be myself, but then I'm told how to act and what to wear.