Poem -

Life

My heads fucked upĀ 
My thoughts aren't clear
I feel I am runningĀ 
being chased by fear.
Fear of what??
Being not enough?
Falling short?
Being bound by cuffs?
My fear is falseĀ 
Made up, untrue
the lies I believed
were told by you.
You judged me, graded me, heck labeled me too
then threw me outĀ 
like I was used.
I am better than that
than what you believe
I am made from star dustĀ 
to achieve and succeed.
So sit back dear love and watch me soreĀ 
cause I know myself now
down to my core.

written by Heather Davis

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